Finding Love

Chapter 41

Becca's POV

I place a hand over my face, trying to get myself to stop smiling. This is fucking stupid- and borderline pitiful.

AJ, oblivious to my thoughts, lies behind me, his arm around my waist to keep me tucked into his chest.

He's naked.

Fuck me.

I have his shirt thrown on me, and fresh panties on.

You see, AJ being naked is mainly because of our lack of thinking when we decided to dry-hump each other until we came.

His boxer briefs lie somewhere on my floor, along with the dirty bedsheets I was too lazy to toss into my wash basket.

So while I had the privilege of grabbing a clean pair of underwear from my closet, AJ didn't.

Neither of us care that much.

We lie under clean bed covers, spooning. AJ is mindlessly tracing patterns into my hip, his hand slipping under the material of his shirt I'm wearing.

I don't think I've ever been more relaxed. And fuck- I can't stop smiling.

What we just did...fuck.

I've had sex before. Random hookups with guys I can't remember.

I heard people say having an emotional connection with a person makes sex even better, and fuck- they're right.

That was something I've never experienced before. Being able to put my guard completely down- giving myself to him while he trusted and gave himself to me-

Fuck.

I love it.

I...love him.

It's quick- probably too fast- but I
dont care.

I love this boy. There's no denying it.

"Still trying to fight your smile?" AJ suddenly whispers, and I roll my eyes playfully, gently elbowing him while he laughs, hugging me closer to me.

"I was thinking about what I'll have for dinner" I lie, denying what we both know.

I was thinking about him. Us. Mainly him.

"Sure you were" AJ whispers, and I feel him smile against my neck. I turn and hide my face in the pillow to hide my smile.

AJ laughs quietly from behind me, but I ignore it. His hand is still messaging my hip like he's been doing ever since we got into bed half an hour ago.

He felt guilty seeing the small marks he left on my hips from holding me too tightly. He apologised but I assured him it wasn't necessary.

I fucking like it.

Besides, I marked him.

His back is a canvas of scrapes.

I apologise.

He assured me it wasn't necessary.

Because he liked it as well.

I catch myself smiling like a lovesick fool again and quickly tone it down a bit.

We fall back into silence, giving me more time to think back on today's events.

I was his first.

That's a fact that has been on constant repeat.

"I'm surprised I was your first..." I say quietly, and he hums. "Do I not fit the virgin image?" He asks, causing me to scoff as I elbow him again.

He snickers, while I don't have it in me to even pretend to be mad.