Now I am his.
I underline the last sentence, and it feels good. So good. I know how crazy it sounds. How quickly our whirlwind romance has spun me off my feet. But I don’t care. I feel how I feel, and I’m not questioning it.
“So, Jessie,” Becca says casually.
“Yes?”
“You’ve been writing for…forty minutes now.”
“Okay.”
“Whose shirt is that you’re wearing?” she asks. I look down. Yeah, I’m wearing August’s white button-down. I stole it this morning while he was in the shower because it smells like him, and I can’t get enough.
“She isgone,” Dani laughs from the doorway. “Look at her face!”
“Oh, I’m looking,” Becca says.
“And that’s not a crush-face. That’s not even a love-face. That’s the I-have-seen-God-and-he-has-an-amazing-body face.”
Everyone laughs, but I can only nod. “That’s…well, yeah. Accurate.”
“So…youdid it?”Lourdes asks tentatively. I take a deep breath as something hits me. Despite the fact that the memories of what August and I did yesterday have been running through my mind all day, or the fact that I’ve been writing about it like a wannabe novelist, or the fact that I’m wearing his shirt, the reality of it all didn’t hit me until right now.
“Yeah…” I say slowly, my lips twisting into a smile. “We did.”
Silence. A pause that stretches on for what feels like minutes before Becca finally speaks. “And? How was it?”
Blush hits my cheeks like hot pins and needles. “It was good,” I reply. “It wasso good.”
“How good?” Dani presses me like she’s a scientist on the verge of a major discovery.
A golden glow starts to expand within me. I set down the pen and look at my three friends. They’ve been with me since this all started. I can’t hold anything back from them.
Not like I want to anyway. I’mdyingto share.
“He loved my dress.”
Lourdes nearly leaps out of her clothes, slapping her hands together. “I knew it!”
“He kissed me all over, told me I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and then he…” My voice trails off as the blush threatens to consume me. “Well…he taught me how it all works.”
“That’s arealpolite way of saying you fucked your professor!” Becca remarks, causing everyone to laugh. Including me.
“God, that’s actually so hot,” Dani remarks. Becca and Lourdes both nod, and I am instantly taken back to August’s bed, lying beneath him as he looks down at me with those intent, caring eyes.
I can feel his thickness pressed against my entrance. I can feel him spreading me, stretching me past a point I never thought possible. The look on his face as he took me…
…the pleasureIgave him.
Lourdes leans in, curiosity painted all over her face. “Did he make you come?”
“Lourdes!” Becca gasps, but Lourdes just shrugs.
“It’s a legitimate question.”
She’s right. And I nod, thinking about our second session in the middle of the night when he woke me up. “Several times.”
“Oh my God,” Dani gasps. “I thinkI’min love. You better watch out, Jessie. I might have to steal this man from you.”
