Books, Boys, and Basketball: Junior Year

THE LAW

I convince Drew to call it early so we can leave, and we go back to my place. His friends groan and make fun of him. Teasing him about being whipped by a virgin. But thankfully, Drew doesn't take the bait.

He wants to be alone as much as I do, and there's a hot tub with our name on it.

Climbing into the hot tub, my eyes roll into the back of my head as the warm water massages my aches away, soothing my aching bones.

But Drew had other plans...

Parting my legs, he slips between them, kissing and sucking along the slope of my neck and driving my hormones crazy. It's my spot, and he knows it. It's also how he lets me know he wants to do more than what we're doing. A LOTmore. And the way my hormones are set up now that he's awakened that part of me, I'm happy to let him.

My favorite part about being with him is lying in his arms afterward while he showers me with passionate kisses, plunging me deeper and deeper in love with him. I never thought of kissing as an intimate thing until him. It's like he pours every ounce of passion in his body into kissing me, flooding my senses until I disintegrate in his hands.

I wait like I usually do for Drew to fall asleep, shower, change into a nightgown, and lay back down beside him. At five in the morning, I wake him up to leave but smell coffee coming from the kitchen, which means Grams is already home.

Normally Drew is gone before she gets back, preventing the awkwardness of my boyfriend sneaking out of the house after a night of baking cookies we shouldn't be baking. There's nothing more embarrassing than getting that look from Grams that says she knows what we did last night. It makes me feel like a toddler getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

Or would it be more like getting caught with Drew's hand in MY cookie jar?

If I'm going to be embarrassed, I may as well do it on a full night of sleep. So, I close my eyes for another four hours.

When I wake up and try wrapping my arm around Drew, I get nothing but an armful of blankets. Petting the bed where I last saw him, I quickly realize he's not there, and immediately bolt upright into a sitting position.

Straining my ears and praying to God he's not talking to Grams I listen as her voice resonates from down the hall. She's talking to someone, but not Drew.

Tiptoeing to the front room of the house, I peek out the window to see if Drew's car is still outside. Only, when I look out the window, I see Drew mowing the lawn barefoot in his jeans with no shirt or shoes on.

What the hell?

Hurrying back to my room, I quickly change into some clothes and head outside to find out why Drew is cutting Gram's lawn. But I end up running into him in the hallway.

"Why are you mowing our lawn?"

"Your Grams told me to."

"She did what?"

"That isn't all she has made me do," Drew shakes his head. "She made me clean the kitchen, help her make breakfast for you, clean the living room, empty every trashcan in the house, and rake the lawn too."

Palming my face, I groan, "How embarrassing."

"She said if I'm going to be spending the night here, she's going to add me to the chore list she has. Then she handed me a list of things to do. I didn't want to be rude or get you in trouble, so I just did it."

"Oh my God," I grimace. "How embarrassing."

Drew laughs, takes me by the hand, and escorts me to the dining room where Grams has a plate of breakfast waiting for me. She barely glances up at me as we pass by her in the living room. For a moment, I believe we're going to avoid the awkward conversation sure to come until Grams walks into the dining room with THE LOOK on her face. If I could disappear altogether I would.