His & Mine | Sequel to Make It Known | DISCONTINUED

Chapter Forty-One: Innocent

Chapter Forty-One: Innocent

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Ophelia:

When we finish dinner, we all thank my dad for taking us out and he strides over to the counter to pay the bill. As Luke and I slip out of the booth, I wind my fingers through his and he gives our clasped hands a tender squeeze, and I lean in close to him, feel his warm, strong body beside mine.

I suddenly wish we could be alone together again. I feel like my family gave him such a hard time tonight and I can tell he's feeling kinda awkward and embarrassed and I just... want to make him feel better. Hold him and cuddle with him and kiss him and... maybe other stuff too.

I hope that by tomorrow I'm not sore anymore because, it's spring break and he's not working and I... well. Want to practice some more so that we can get better at it. You know, sex?

Thinking about having sex with Luke makes me all warm and tingly.

Luke's parked a couple cars down from my parents. I kinda wish I could go home with him tonight again. Kiss him, touch him, spend the night wrapped tight in his loving arms...

I walk with him to his car to say good-bye while my family waits for me by Dad's SUV.

He stands in front of the driver's door and I rest my hands on his chest, crane my neck upwards while he arches down. Our noses nudge and slide together and our eyes meet just for a sec before our mouths find each other.

With one of my hands fisted around his t-shirt and the other curled into the hair at the nape of his neck, I press myself close to him and kiss him, slowly and sweetly. I was only planning on a quick peck but... he feels and smells so good. His fingers dig into my hips, our mouths are wet, faintly greasy from dinner. The tips of our tongues mash together and heat unfurls in my gut and warmth courses through me. Mm...

We break away and a strand of saliva glints, stuck between my mouth and his. I purse my pinkened lips so it falls away just as he gruffly murmurs, his eyes dark, hooded, sparkling, "See you tomorrow?"

I nod. "Mhm."

He plants his lips against my forehead quickly before letting me go and, flushed but buzzed, I float over to our car, preoccupied with the memory of Luke's body pressed against mine, the imprint of his mouth, his warm breath fanning my face.

I notice how my family looks at me funny when I slide into my seat. I try to suppress a silly smile. I know that they probably saw me kiss him like that, messy, with tongue, except right now I'm just too high to possibly care.

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That night, I lay tucked beneath the covers, freshly showered, sinking into the comfy softness of one of Luke's over-sized black t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Before I left today, I told him I was gonna steal one of his shirts. I chose a fresh one from his drawer, one that had his smell. When it loses that earthy, subtle scent I'll just give it back to him and pick a new one.

As I'm flipping the page of my book, there's a soft knock on my bedroom door.

Well, honestly, I was expecting Mom to come talk to me at some point after Luke and I... shoot, I'm blushing just thinking about it.