Sawyer’s mostly letting me lead, but I can sense his impatience growing. His thighs tense under me, hips jerking like they’re fighting the urge to thrust.
My pace quickens, more by instinct than choice. I’m close to losingcontrol too.
His hands land on my thighs, tugging them open even wider. It’s almost like he’s inside of me, so similar to that second before he pushes in.
“You’re so wet. I can feel it.” He sounds proud. Possessive.
“It’s been just as long for me,” I remind him.
“Your hand isn’t as good as my cock?”
“I mean, I pretend it’s your cock, so …”
Another groan.
It crashes over me a moment later—an immediate, brilliant devastation. I collapse onto his chest, then roll to the two-ish feet of bed on my side, breathing heavily as I watch him come on his stomach. Pass him some tissues to mop up the sticky mess. He does, sitting up to toss them in the trash before lying back down.
“That was really hot,” he tells me. “Good idea.”
“I’m full of them.”
Sawyer chuckles, reaching out and pulling me onto his chest. He kisses my forehead. “I didn’t think you’d—I would have understood, I mean, if you’d—we would have been okay if you had wanted to …”
“Did you forget how to finish a sentence?”
He huffs, twirling a loose strand of my hair. “I’m glad you’ve never had sex with anyone else.”
“Really?” I feign shock. “You were so chill about me lending toothpaste to another guy. I figured me fucking someone else would be—ah!”
I yelp with surprise as he rolls over me, nearly tumbling us both off the bed in the process. Sawyer kisses me, hard, and I’m certain he’d be doing a lot more than that if he had a condom.
I play with his chain, smiling up at him as we both attempt tocatch our breath. “I am also glad you haven’t—what was it? Licked, nibbled, sucked?—”
“I never mentioned nibbling.”
“Oh, you don’t like nibbling?” I lift my head, grazing my teeth against his neck.
Sawyer shifts away, groaning. “Why didn’tyoubring condoms?”
“I didn’t even pack a toothbrush. I’ll have to borrow yours. And toothpaste, even knowing how you feel about sharing it.”
He rolls his eyes.
“Also … that felt presumptuous.”
“More presumptuous than kissing a random stranger on a cliff? I could have been a serial killer.”
“Lucky for me, you’re just an asshole.”
“I warned you about that. Multiple times.” He smirks. “You fell in love with me anyway.”
“Yep.” I beam back. “I sure did.”
56
Iwake up alone. The bed feels too big, even though it’s an oversize twin and I’ve complained the opposite in the past.
For a few frantic seconds, I think it was all a dream. But then I roll over, and something stiff scrapes my cheek. I reach up, grabbing and squinting at the piece of paper. A smile spreads across my face as I scan the familiar handwriting.
