“I think it’s a yes,” I told her.
“Really?” she sat up. Her shirt was off, and the feeble light from the window illuminated her body. She was letting me see this. Touch this. And soon more.
“I think so. But I don’t have a ton of experience.”
She pulled off my shirt. “Let’s find out. I don’t care if it hurts.”
I scrambled out of my pants and underwear.
“Whoa,” Ava said. “That’s what goes in me?”
I glanced down. “We don’t have to.”
“No, I want to. It just seems like a lot.”
I slid into bed beside her. “It’s probably on the average side.”
She laughed. “Is this what they’re talking about when they say, ‘Size matters’?”
I grinned. “I think so.”
“Well, you’re about tomattera lot.”
I had to stifle my laugh. Ava could really be funny when she wanted.
She wiggled out of her pajama bottoms. “I guess these have to go.”
I wasn’t laughing anymore. My anticipation was so great, I wasn’t sure how I would even hold back when I got there.
But this night would prove it. Ava and I were meant to be together.
CHAPTER 13
Ava
I watched Tucker in the moonlight, memorizing every part of him. His face was tight with concentration as his hands slid over my belly. Inside me, everything was quivering. I was nervous about this, but if he was right, at least I hadn’t forgotten any other time this had happened. It felt so big, like giving over a part of myself.
I told him the truth on my flower, at least the truth as I knew it. My heart would remember. Even if a seizure took away my memory, it didn’t erase how I felt. There were moments that went deeper than brain cells. They infused your entire body with emotion.
Like how I knew my bedroom was mine.
And how I knew Grandma Flowers was a good person, even when my mother told me to avoid her.
My arms would know Tucker because they felt right wrapped around his body. My lips would know because kissing him sent sparks through me that touched every layer of my skin. And my heart would definitely know because seeing him, or hearing his voice, or even reading his words on a tiny screen made it speed up.
No matter what happened, I would know him. Always.
And some part of me would remember this night.
He watched my face. “You ready?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He shifted the mound of blankets in our way. I wasn’t sure what I wanted. To be covered up? Who was I hiding from?
I kicked the covers to push them off the end, but I forgot something critical. One of the metal knobs attached to the bottom of the bed was loose.
The blanket caught on it, then knocked it off.
