Just To Be With You

11

Derek and I lay in the bed of our new apartment, cuddled together. We've only been in the city for three days, and the process of moving everything was tiring. Derek had been so patient with me as I cried when we left our home, moving to the city was a big step for me.

I gently rub his bare chest, looking up at him as a pink blush stains my cheeks. Derek smirks and pulls me into his lap, my legs straddling his waist. Most would think I would've gotten used to such a position, but no matter how often we were with each other, I was still just as shy. He didn't quite know the words to say to make me feel confident like Nick.

As we gave ourselves to each other that night, I couldn't help but think of the night I lost my virginity. The kind words Nick and I exchanged, the loving kisses and gentle touches. It was never like that with Derek. It felt animalistic, not loving.

As we finish, I lie back down beside him, resting my head on his chest and staring out the window. He deserved better than me, and I knew it.