“Yes,” I rasp, swallowing hard against the need to move, to tilt my hips up to his, to break my hands from his hold so I can drag his lips back to mine.
Colten’s lips thin into a line, hiding the red, swollen look of them as his thinking face takes over. I practice deep breathing, giving him space to think even though I personally don’t believe there’s any need to think right now.
I can wait, I can be patient.
For Colten, I can do anything.
Even if hetrulydoesn’t want to kiss me, as long as he stays with me, I’ll be happy.
It would really suck after being kissed hard enough to make my dick dribble pre-cum, but that’s okay. Colten is worth a bit of blue-balling.
His sharp, intense gaze drags over my face, searching for something. I’m not sure what, but I can tell he is having a hard time finding it.
“You can’t get bored,” he tells me, tightening his grip on my wrists as if to drive the point home.
“I haven’t gotten bored of you in three years, why would I do so now?” I ask, tilting my head.
His eyes narrow, clearly not pleased with that answer. “I once saw you break up with a girl because she ‘held a fork weird’.”
My stomach swoops at the thought of Colten putting himself in the same bracket as my girlfriends. Are we dating? Is this dating?
“You hold your fork perfectly, so that’s not an issue,” I tell him.
“We haven’t fucked yet, Patrick,” Colten reminds me, and my dick twitches at the word. Haven’t fucked yet.Yet.
My mind clings to that word like a winger clings to the touchline in a two-versus-one trap.
Colten continues, unaware of how his words affect me, “You…you could get bored of it. You will. You always do.”
“No, I won’t,” I immediately reply.
Colten raises an eyebrow, very judgmentally.
“I really won’t!” I insist. “How can I, when everything we’ve done so far has been better than anything else I’ve done before?”
Colten swallows hard. “Yeah? Are your previous girlfriends that bad?”
I blink, trying to think about any other girl I’ve kissed, but can’t, not when Colten is right here in front of me, glowing like the sun. “Uhh, maybe?”
“Maybe?” Colten replies, eyebrows furrowing. “What does that mean? Are there too many to recall?”
“I don’t know, Colten!” I say, groaning. “Do you really want me to try remembering someone else when I’m with you?”
Colten’s mouth opens in surprise, but he seems to steel himself and nods.
I try to break my hands out of his hold, tired of being kept still, but find that I…can’t. Hm.
Well, maybe I was a bit too optimistic about my ability to break free. He has leverage and all that. My toes curl deeper into the bedsheets as my dick twitches, once again, even though no one is touching it.
I clear my throat, trying to keep my mind on task. “Everything we’ve done so far has been great, no complaints…”
I pause, feeling the heat on my face grow before quietly adding, “But I mean, I haven’t gone beyond kissing before, so how would I know what I like or not?”
“What?” Colten asks, disbelief written across his features.
I sigh, my face burning hot. Fine, if he wants me to spell it out. “I have a rule that I don’t sleep with anyone until we’ve been together for at least a month.”
Colten stares at me, eyes wide, jaw slack. “But…you’ve never dated anyone that long.”
