Nathan
"Did you apply for any colleges?" I questioned, drawing shapes on Bryce's chest.
"Yeah, a few. I'm not sure I want to go to college." Bryce shrugged, staring at the ceiling. He just graduated 3 hours ago and now doesn't know what to do with his life. I furrow my brows, flickering my eyes over to him. "Yet."
"You're too smart not to go to college," I tell him, kissing his hand. "Still wanna be a scuba diver?"
Bryce lets out a laugh, looking at me, "sorta. It seems cool, but I don't want to get eaten by anything but you."
"Smooth."
He smiled and kissed my head, "I get to see Kayla today." I smile, squeezing his warm hand. "I want to tell her we're dating."
"Really? Do you think she'll understand?"
"If my aunt understands, I think Kayla will," Bryce assured, peppering a short row of kisses on the head before sitting up. "You have any plans for college after high school. Because with your grades, you could go to fucking Yale."
I smile, shaking my head. "Yeah, like I want to go to Yale." I let out a sigh, as I shrug. "I don't know what I want to do after high school. I want to continue basketball but... I don't think I'm good enough to get into anything major."
Bryce looked at me, narrowing his eyes at me. "Why do you think that, Nathan? You are amazing at basketball. It's your passion, Nath."
I shrug, looking away from him, "I don't know. There are people better than me."
Bryce's fingers gripped softly onto my chin, turning my head towards him. "Why are you doubting yourself? Nathan, you have been playing basketball for... ever. I think you could get into a great school with a basketball team."
I shrug, my eyes flickering down. "Maybe, I don't know." Bryce just sighs and places a quick kiss to my lips. "I love you."
"I love you too, cutie," Bryce smirks, kissing my lips again. I cringe at the nickname that I have a love/ hate relationship with. He just chuckles, kissing my lips once more before standing up from the bed. "You hungry?"
I shrug, reaching my hands up dramatically for a hug. Bryce rolled his eyes at my childish gesture and pulled me off the bed, into his arms. "Am I not giving you enough attention?"
"Emma gives me more attention than you."
"Yeah, but Emma doesn't fuck you against the wall until you-"
"Don't continue that."
I shrieked like a little 5-year-old girl when Bryce pushed me down onto his head and climbed on top of me. Bryce chuckled at my reaction, laying soft kisses on my face. My hands' cup his cheeks as he kissed me.
He shoves his tongue into my mouth as he grabbed my hips, pressing his against mine. The feeling of his moist tongue exploring my mouth made me groan as I held his face.
"I love you," Bryce whispered as he started to grind against my body. "Arms Up." I lifted my hands as Bryce peeled my shirt off my body.
I let out a deep breath at the friction between us. "I love you too," I whisper, barely being able to hear myself. Bryce hummed against my mouth as he grating his body on me. "Isn't Kayla almost here?"
Bryce shrugged, "she'll be fine, she's going to take a while to get here." I nodded and raised my hips as Bryce's hands ran down to my athletic shorts, his fingers gripping onto them and my boxers underneath.
He slowly pulled them down my legs, keeping his eyes on mine as his hands traveled down my legs with my pants. I kicked them off from around my ankles, feeling a breeze on my naked body, even though the fan was off.
