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Chapter Twenty: Permission

Chapter Twenty: Permission

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Ophelia:

Life is just so good.

Even though we're busy with work and school and sports and stuff, Luke and I still find some time every few days to get together and... uh... hang out.

Okay, fine, more specifically, fool around.

I just get so hot for him. And so we strip, he touches me, I touch him. We rub our bodies together, grind our hips together, rock our lower-halves together so his erection presses right between my legs until I physically can't take the teasing anymore and so his hand slips between my thighs and he just... makes the entire world explode.

And then I do the same for him. Put my hands on him, feel him, warm and twitching beneath my fingers, squeeze him, rub him, listen to the sounds he makes, see his face contort with the pleasure I give him until he spills himself over us and we clean up the mess with whatever we have lying around, both us of tired but with goofy, satisfied smiles on our faces.

And then we hold each other, our naked skin stuck together, legs tangled and arms wound around each other, my head in his shoulder and his fingers caressing me everywhere and it's just so special and precious and oh my God, I love him. We talk to each other, joke with each other, touch each other and kiss each other.

He tells me about work, or about some cool engineering project he read about that he tries to explain to me in a way I'll understand. And I tell him about the essay of mine that my teacher submitted to a national contest, or rant about my AP exams, or we'll share something funny that happened to us, or describe a really bad car accident we saw on the icy roads, or... anything and everything, I guess.

I love talking to Luke. He's so smart and sweet and he's a good listener, too.

When our bare bodies are pressed lazily together and we murmur against each other's shoulders or he starts tickling me, which results in us rolling around the bed before making out again... I can't imagine not being with him, and I start to picture all the possibilities for us in the future, and...

I think he's the love of my life.

And I know that may sound silly to you because we haven't been dating for a long time and we're so young and blah blah blah but... When I come, and he looks into my eyes, pushes the hair away from my face and brushes the side of my nose tenderly with his, and there's this haze of incredible warmth surrounding us, I swear we're like, connected and it's the brightest, deepest feeling in the whole wide world.

I'm a literature nut and so I've read many, many romance novels. And the feelings they describe, that magical, ethereal, transcendent, soul-consuming connection with another human being that they talk about? I feel that with Luke, I see it in his eyes when we hold each other and... I believe it, you know? How can you tell me it isn't real?

Also. Orgasms are... literally the best thing ever.

This Friday is Valentine's Day. Isn't it great that Valentine's Day falls on a Friday? He says he has something planned, something he's gonna keep as a surprise. All he told me is that I should be ready by five-thirty, and that I can dress up a little if I want.