His hands are much larger than mine, strong, calloused, and I like the way he touches me, like I am something worth holding.
“Sloane,” he whispers, and I awkwardly clear my throat, my cheeks turning pink.
“Mhmm?” I hum, looking up to find him already looking at me. His eyes,God, I could get lost in them. I find myself leaning closer. Our foreheads touch, and our breath mingles.
“We shouldn’t…” he whispers. I know that he’s right, but I want this, I wanthim.
“Just one more, just for us to make sure we shouldn’t,” I whisper, and that’s all it takes for him to press his lips to mine.
His hands come up to cup my cheeks, and I can’t stop myself from leaning even farther into him. From soaking up every second of his touch.
His lips move softly against mine. He picks me up and pulls me into his lap, as if I don’t weigh anything.
Beckett’s hand tangles into my hair, and he tips my head back, his lips finding the skin there.
“Baby, you can’t make those noises.”
I almost fall apart right here and now when he calls mebaby. I’ve never had a pet name before, but I like the way he says it. The way that it falls from his lips.
“Sorry,” I whisper, pressing my lips back to his.
I like being close to him like this. “Don’t apologize,” he whispers against my lips.
His hands stay on my hips as he kisses me, taking his time, not rushing me, and letting me set the pace.
I pull away when I need air, leaning our foreheads together.
I don’t know where the sudden insecurity comes from, but it hits me hard and fast. “Beck, I’ll crush you,” I whisper, trying to get off him.
“No, you won’t,” he growls, his hands staying firmly on my hips, not letting me go anywhere.
“I’m too heavy to be sitting in your lap,” I argue.
“Stop it, I bench more than you for a warmup. Don’t say that.”
I mean, that is kinda hot, but still. I can’t help but feel like I’m still the same fat whale that he knew from years ago.
“Can’t I just sit next to you?” I ask quietly, my eyes unable to meet his.
One of his hands lifts my chin so that I’m looking him in the eyes. He stays quiet for a few seconds before letting out a small sigh.
“Sure,” he says, kissing my forehead before letting go of me. He allows me to slide off his lap and sit on the couch next to him.
“Just so you know, you’re beautiful just the way you are,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head.
I don’t say anything, I just snuggle into him, unable to stop the small smile that makes its way onto my lips.
As I lie on the lawn, I can’t help but think about him. About everything that has happened already this summer, and that I can’t stop myself from not liking him.
This stupid crush just gets bigger and bigger every time I see him.
I try to distract myself by looking up at the stars. I don’t even remember the last time I really looked up at the sky. You can’t see them as well in Athens as you can here. Up in the mountains, it’s like the air is so much more crisp, more breathable.
I lie out on a blanket in the backyard. I wonder when Beckett is coming home. I look down at my phone to see it’s almost eleven. He must be home by now.
Lucky for me, I don’t have to go investigate. I hear the patio door open and close. A few minutes later, he sits down next to me.
“How many have you had?” he asks, picking up the empty beer bottle on the grass.
