“It won’t always be like this,” he says, gliding his hand through my hair. “We have forever.”
“Mmm, forever sounds good,” I yawn.
“You should try to sleep.” Ford shifts us so I can lay my head on his shoulder and my leg entwines with his. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. My mind replays Ford’s commentwe have forever.But do we have forever? We’re young and naïve. Ford is going to play football for some fancy university. With his skill and drive, there’s no doubt he’ll succeed. He will be even more popular, even famous. Beautiful, sophisticated girls will throw themselves at him. He’ll be able to have any woman he wants. Isn’t that what makes college fun? Partying and hooking up with pretty girls.
“Hannah, you’ve tensed up?” Ford runs a soothing hand down my back, but it doesn’t help.
I take another breath, trying to dispel the feelings, but it doesn’t work. I sit up. “It’s nothing. Maybe I should go back upstairs to my room.”
In a swift move, Ford rolls us, so I’m underneath him. He lays his weight on me, and I let out a little moan. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re playing dirty.” I wiggle my leg out from under him and wrap it around his waist.
“And you were going to run away.”
I cup my hands over my face. “I know,” I mutter.
“Was it something I said?” Ford kisses my chin and slowly kisses his way down my neck to the edge of my nightshirt. “I’m a very patient man,” he says, then kisses the top of my breast over my shirt. “We have at least four, maybe five, hours before your family wakes up.” He moves lower, kissing me again.
“It was stupid. I don’t even know why I thought it. Let’s just forget about it.” Ford ignores my comment and kisses me again. This time he darts his tongue out, getting my shirt wet. “Ford,” I hiss.
He peers up at me, a devious smile on his face. “What is it, my love?”
I huff, letting my head fall back against the arm of the sofa. Ford kisses me again, and I feel his tongue sliding back and forth against my shirt and skin. The feeling shoots tingles to the back of my belly, and the desire to rock my hips into Ford increases. “Ford…please…” I half sigh, half moan.
“Tell me what’s bothering you,” he whispers over my stomach.
“Do you really mean forever?” Ford slips his hand under my shirt but crawls back up my body, looking me in the eye. “Yes. You and me forever.”
“Everything is going to change next year.”
“But we’re not.”
“There’s so much you’ll miss out on being tied down to me.”
“First, I’m not tied down to you. Being with you makes me happier than I’ve ever been. I’m a better person with you in my life. I want to be with you, and I won't miss out on anything because I’m with the woman I love. I’ll be right where I want to be. Are you afraid you’ll be missing out? When we talked about things last week, I thought we were on the same page. I—” I reach up, silencing Ford with a kiss. I glide my tongue along the seam of his lips. He opens his mouth, taking control and deepening our kiss. His hand slips further up my shirt, and his fingers brush lightly over my breast. My entire body buzzes with pleasure, and I rock my hips up into Ford. He grunts, breaking our kiss.
“I’m on the same page as you—I just worry I won’t be enough.”
“You are more than enough.”
I slide my hands up under his shirt, raking my fingernails along his back. “Thank you for telling me that. I believe you.”
He gives me a soft kiss. “Good. Never hesitate to voice your concerns and worries. We need to be open about everything with each other.”
“I’m trying.”
“And I love helping you.” Ford gives me another tender kiss, then tries to shift his weight, but I lock my legs around his hips, holding him to me.
“Please,” I beg.
Ford lets out a shaky breath. “Hannah, I want you so much—” He pinches his eyes shut, letting out a curse. “Let’s go to the spare bedroom.”
32. I Don’t Want Forever
I take Hannah’s hand and walk her back to the Clark’s guest bedroom. I glance at Jack’s room. His lights are off, and he’s a sound sleeper. Honestly, he’s the least of my worries. I shut and lock the bedroom door. This is a bad idea, but I have a feeling this website problem is going to get worse before it gets better. Being alone and being together will get harder, if not impossible. I’ve craved Hannah all day, and I know she wants this just as much as I do. We’re safe down here in the basement with the blinds drawn and closed.
I pull the quilt off the bed and spread it on the floor. “The bed squeaks,” I tell Hannah when she gives me a funny look. She grabs the pillows and another blanket off the bed, arranging them on the floor. I dig in my bag, finding a condom. I feel more nervous than the first time we made love. We’re across the hall from my best friend, and her parents are asleep two floors up. When I turn around, Hannah is standing in the middle of our makeshift bed in just a pair of white lacy panties. I forget how to breathe, standing here looking at her.
