“Me too.”
He finally handed me his phone. I typed in my number and called myself right away so I would have his number, too. When I handed it back, he stared at it a little too long.
“I, uh… Thank you.” He squinted his face. “About yesterday… don’t take this the wrong way, but I actually think we should keepeverythingthat happened last night between us.”
“Wait. You don’t want to walk downstairs hand in hand and announce our engagement?” I teased.
Luckily, he laughed at my joke. “Of course, I would. Who wouldn’t want a whirlwind romance? But you know, weddings are expensive, and I’m a poor musician who shovels cow dung and scrubs bathrooms all day.” His gaze fell onto the piano keyboard. “And you’re a sailor who’s only in town for a day. Now, if you’d gotten mepregnant, that would’ve been a different story…”
“Well, if that was your goal, maybe I shouldn’t have been the one bottoming—and we should’ve skipped the condom.”
We chuckled together. I buried my face in the sheets to muffle my laughter. Things could have ended so differently if life hadn’t been cruel. At least, we both agreed on how to handle it.
When I looked back up, he was leaning against the bed frame, his head resting on the blanket. His lips were pressed together as if yearning for a kiss. He was so close. All I had to do was reach out and tilt his chin to turn his face toward me.
I rested my right cheek on the mattress, still staring at him.
“What?” he asked softly.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about how good a kisser you are.”
A melancholic smile tugged at his lips. “Well, that’s a compliment I can definitely return.”
“How about one last make-out session?”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“All the other decisions we’ve made were bad, so what’s one more?”
“That… sounds about right.” He glanced at my lips and licked his own. “I guess it’s also our last chance.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds—like the two fools we were—before I cupped his chin and pulled him in for a kiss.
I scooted closer and let my hand wander down his chest. He sat up. As our tongues tangled, my hand brushed over his stomach and reached for his bulge. The thin fabric of his briefsconfirmed that he had gotten hard instantly. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and squeezed it.
He sat up a little more, stretching his right arm across the bed until his hand landed on my lower back. He lifted his ass slightly, trying to reach farther, but after a second, he gave up with a chuckle.
“Damn. I was hoping I could make it all the way to your ass.”
“Say no more.”
I crawled forward until I was close enough for him to grab my ass, using the shorter distance to slip my fingers behind the waistband of his briefs. I brushed through his short bush, twirling my fingers through it before grabbing his dick. He squeezed my ass as I jerked him off.
Maybe thiswasa bad idea, but who even gives a fuck when it feels that good?
Out of nowhere, he pulled his head back with a gasp. He froze for a second before darting his gaze to the door. “Fuck,” he said, pulling his hand away from my ass.
A knock on the door made me yank my hand out of his pants.
“One second,” he called, jumping up and heading for his shirt, which was still lying on the dresser where he had left it the day before.
Not knowing what else to do, I jumped off his bed and onto the air mattress. I threw the spare blanket over myself and pretended to be asleep. It was just like in the old days.
Alex’s feet paced over the carpet. He pulled the shirt over his head, and just as it slid down his chest, my dad cleared his throat on the other side of the door.
“I only wanted to let you know that breakfast will be ready in ten minutes,” Dad called from the hallway.
“Thanks,” Alex called back. “We’ll be there.”
