"One more sexual act in a public place to check off my list."
From the moment Ethan dropped me off at home after I gave him road head, until he called me today after work, time seemed to drag and lurch simultaneously. Between falling half way asleep imagining he was still in my...
"Damn he tastes delicious. I'd love to suck on him all night."
On the way to get food, Ethan and I ride alone, arguing whose aim was better. We meet his friends and get in line to order, all of us stained with neon colors. I stand next to Ethan, not bothering...
"Confessions, paint ball wars and orgasms. The perfect combination."
His skin beneath my fingers, I trace feather light patterns on his firm chest. My head is next to my hand as I listen to his heart beat, the steady rhythm of his breathing. His arm is wrapped around my...
"Flying solo tonight. Fuuuuuck."
I sigh heavily and finish taping up the last box. I didn't think I had that much shit, but the eight large, full boxes suggest otherwise. After Eugene dropped me back at Aaliyah's --after our daring stunt in the hills--...
"One surprise after another."
I get home and walk into my living room, dropping my bag, keys and phone on the couch. I can’t believe what I just fucking saw. I know I’m not official...with either one of them, but part of me feels...
"Eugene sure knows how to treat a woman :)"
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buuzzz. Jesus fucking Christ, where is my phone? Fumbling with shit on the coffee table, I snag the annoying, vibrating device and silence it. I lean back into the warmth and Eugene wraps an arm around me. Buzz....
"Aaaaand cue brownies. That escalated quickly."
“We’re going to be remodeling soon,” is the third thing out of my boss’s mouth when I get to work. “Remodeling? When?” I ask a little surprised. When does that ever happen? “In a few of weeks. We’re re-doing the main floor,...
"Damn, my best friend's boyfriend sure knows how to fuck."
Over ten hours later, Aaliyah and I are at Stephanie and Louis’s house. I haven’t been home since I shut the door on Ethan’s face. As dinner is being made, I ponder for the thousandth time today how my morning...
"I looove his artistic hands. Did I just make shit worse? Probably."
*Eugene?* I send a text to the number Eugene called me from before. We agreed on Saturday for our date, but with my aching insides, I’m not so sure I want to wait to see him. I set my phone...
"When you mess with the bull....hope my horns weren't too sharp."
I'm laying on my back, Ethan’s kneeling low in front of me with the heels of my feet on his shoulders. I'm fisting the blanket greedily while his fingertips dig into my hips."Come on Chanel," he says through gritted teeth....