I smacked his thigh, and he laughed.
Poor guy had been blue-balled more than once in this relationship.
He tucked his erection into his waistband and started to sit up.
“I-I really do want to help you find release,” I said, fiddling with the zipper on my borrowed hoodie. “After all, you’ve certainly helped me.”
He clasped my chin, gently guiding me to meet his ocean gaze. “You’re a great girlfriend, Tori. My literal dream girl. You don’t need to give me an orgasm for me to appreciate our time together.”
I smiled, though my ribs felt too small to contain my heart. “I don’t know why I’m so fixated on this. It just feels like weshouldbe having sex. Sexy sex.” But I had no experience. And presumably, he had lots of it. “I don’t want to be too sweet to satisfy you,” I said.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he ran his thumb across my lower lip. “Making you smile is very satisfying. It took a long time for me to get you there.”
“Hopefully it doesn’t take as long for me to get you off,” I grumbled.
He chuckled, then kissed me tenderly enough to wake up every nerve ending. If only my smiles inspired half as much ecstasy as his kisses did.
Unless…maybe they did?
He dragged his dreamy gaze from my lips. “Try not to worry about it, pidge. I’m having more fun with you than any fling. This is the first time I’ve felt any kind of intimacy.”
“Really?”
He nodded, caressing my face. “Part of me feels guilty for even starting this.”
I leaned back. “What do you mean?” Did he regret starting a relationship?
“You’re obviously going through something, and my schedule’s about to get even more demanding. If we aren’t sharing classes anymore, and I’m not at the mall as often…” He dropped his hand, my heart aching in the absence of his silken touch.
I rubbed my cheek on his hoodie. “You think we’ll grow apart.”
He shook his head, his gaze clouded. “I don’t know. I might not be able to show up like this. I don’t want to sleep together, then pull away.”
Like he’d done with other girls?
I bit my lip. “Won’t you still want to see me?”
“Yes. All the time, unfortunately.” He pressed his forehead to mine and sighed sweetly. “My longing was slightly more manageable when you didn’t like me. Back then, I didn’t know what I was missing.”
Neither did I.
I cupped his face. “Well, the good thing is, I know how intense med school can be, so I’ll understand if you need to study. Or sleep. Maybe you can do all that beside me.”
“Sounds like a dream.” He eyed my lips in contemplation. “Now, aren't you hungry for something other than me?”
I snorted and stood. “Yeah. Let’s see what's in the fridge. Ordering would take too long, and I’m starving.”
Heavy topics were too hard on an empty stomach, anyway.
We made our way to the kitchen, where Jinx was enjoying his breakfast. He spared us a disinterested glance, and when we made no moves to get closer, resumed eating.
“Let’s see what we have here.” I perused the pantry. “Oh, pancakes! These’ll be easy.”
“We got any syrup?” Angel propped open the fridge, then chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” I sandwiched myself between his arms, his chest warm against my back.
He gestured to a full array of syrups and whipped cream. “Someone’s gonna have a hell of a Valentine’s Day.”
