Heather
Life is good.
Great, actually. I loved waking up next to Josh on the best of days, but this morning was particularly amazing.
We'd finally slept together, finally been as close as two people could be. It was exactly what I wanted, what I craved when it came to intimacy. He made me feel beautiful, he whispered the things I wanted to hear in my ear.
I felt a little embarrassed occasionally, I felt a little slutty when I'd tell him that I liked something he was doing. Or if he asked me a question and I could barely answer him because I was digging my nails into his back. For someone who'd never had sex, Josh seemed to be oddly good at it.
But what I really liked the most was his hands gliding over my back while we laid in silence after it was over. I just stared into those grey eyes and let them take me away.
I'd spent the night with him, I couldn't leave after that. I texted Eleanor and let her know I was staying with Josh. And then the two of us fell asleep in a jumble of arms and legs. I just wanted to sleep as close as I could.
And now as the morning light came in around the edges of the blinds. I could see we'd hardly moved in our sleep. He was still right next to me, dead asleep.
Unfortunately, the hard reality hits that we have to go to school today. It made me sad, if I could stay here with him forever, I would.
I quietly reach out and start twirling a piece of his hair around my finger. His eyes flutter slightly and he chuckles reaching his hand up to mine.
"Good morning." He whispers and I smile, leaning over and giving him a brief kiss. "How'd you sleep?"
"Really good." I admit and he grins pulling me closer.
"How do you feel?" He whispers, running his thumb back and forth over my hip. "You know, after last night?" He asks and I smile, feeling a flush creep up in my cheeks.
"I'm fine." I tell him. "Better than that, I'm perfect." I say instead and he smiles, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Really?" He asks and I nod. "Perfect is a strong word."
"That's why I know it's the right one." I whisper, leaning my forehead on his. "I say this from the bottom of my heart, Josh, last night was fantastic." His eyes widen and I smile, running my thumb back and forth over his cheekbone.
"I'm glad it was good." He tells me and I smile. "I-I don't know.....maybe I put too much stress and pressure on myself. I mean.....I don't know any other guys who haven't done it." He mumbles and I shake my head.
"Don't say that." I whisper. "You waited for the right person, and you were right to do it. If I could go back I would have done it all differently, I would have waited. I loved last night and it was so amazing, because I felt something with you, because we love each other." I tell him and he nods.
"We do." He tells me, running his thumb over my lips. "I'm glad I waited for you."
"Thank you for putting that much trust in me." I whisper, feeling a smile work its way up onto my lips. "It means.....so much to me that you wanted to do this with me." I assure him and he smiles. "That you wanted me to be the first person you slept with."
"I don't see it that way, like we just....slept together." He whispers. "I never just wanted to do it and be done, I wanted to wait until I at least found someone I felt like I connected with. I connect with you." He insists, taking one of my hands in his. "I know when we do this......it's about more than just doing it. Like you said last night, it's about love."
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Stage Fright
ChickLitHigh School is supposed to be all about living in the moment and making memories that last a lifetime. That's all that seventeen-year-old Heather has in mind. After a summer with her boyfriend Zeke, Heather is ready for a senior year like no other...
