Story of Us

Chapter 11 Part 2 Sawyer

Sawyer

I'm siting here around the bon fire, watching Jess and Brady interact. Brady is teasing her about something, and she's giving it back to him with a face full of radiance. I can't hear their conversation, but just their body language makes me happy for them. They are touchy, playful, and obviously well acquainted with each other.

Jess came down to the beach while I was out there earlier and we had the opportunity to fill each other in. She was nervous, talking about losing her virginity to Brady, but assured me with very little details that he was a gentleman about it, and it was a magical experience. It didn't happen until last night. Brady took her out on the boat for a candle light dinner on the lake, and had a cozy pallet of cushions and blankets set up as a makeshift bed. Sounds pretty romantic to me.

I gave Jess a basic rundown of my week with Trevor, but I found that I didn't really want to share all the intimate details of what we shared. I liked that they were just ours, mine and Trevors. She asked me one question that is still lingering in my mind. Is it everything I imagined it would be, being with Trevor?

I can feel Trevor beneath me now, as I lay back on his lap, he is mindlessly tracing his finger up and down my hip and thigh as he talks with some friends sitting beside him. Every once in awhile I can feel him lean in closer and kiss me. My shoulder, my head, behind my ear. Right now he grabs my palm and brings it up to place a kiss in the center of it. This seems to be his favorite place to kiss me, and although it seems like such a small gesture, it holds so much value for me. I remember that first night in the woodshed when he first placed a kiss there. I smile now, and cup his jaw as I turn to plant a small kiss on his lips.

He is mine, to kiss, to touch, to feel. Not stolen kisses, stolen touches, stolen caresses, these are invited and reciprocated. I didn't imagine it like this. I couldn't comprehend the contentment I'd experience being open to him mind, body and soul. I would have never imagined how in-tune he would be to me, and I to him. I never imagined life outside of the lust I felt for him.

I can remember when I was a little girl, snuggling in to my dad watching a movie or staring at a fire pit, and feeling his love and protection radiate over me. It was a peace that I hadn't realized was ripped from me until I found it again in Trevor. Everything feels right in this moment.

"You good?" He asks with a soft whisper in my ear.

"I am so good." I answer with a deep sated sigh.

"Thank you" I say to him.

"For what?" He asks me planting another kiss on my shoulder.

I turn slightly to look at him. "I don't know really. I don't have a word for it, but this." I say staring into his eyes.

"Don't go getting soft on me," Trevor teases. I kiss him. It starts soft, but builds some steam as I swipe my tongue along his lip line and he opens his mouth to mine. I close the kiss, then drop my forehead to touch his while I stare into his eyes.

"Home" I say to him.

"What?" He asks me furrowing his brow in confusion,

"That's what you feel like, you feel like home." I say to him, and this time he initiates the kiss, placing his hand on the back of my neck and pulling me deeper into him. My hair cascades down hiding our face from the group. Trevor doesn't end the kiss until I am breathless, and panting for more.

"That's exactly it Sawyer. This, us, feels like home." He says with a dreamy smile.

"Let's take a picture." I say against his lips. "I feel like this is a moment we need to remember." He kisses me in response. I pull my phone out from my back pocket, and snap of selfie of us. Then another of Trevor nuzzling into my ear to whisper sweet nothings. I look at the pictures and smile at how perfect they are.