thinking about Nathan, right? Right!
The next few days fall into an easy pattern. I only have two weeks until this huge party my dad wants me to go to and I know I really want to bring Matt. So I don’t have time to waste fooling around. I decide I’m going to throw myself completely into my task with Nathan.
We have certain rules that we follow. For example, I can’t get upset about him hooking up with other girls, which I’m totally okay with except for the fact that he hasn’t been hooking up with any other girls since I’ve been kissing him. But if he was, I would totally be fine with it. It wouldn’t faze me in the least.
Another thing is that when I come into his room at night, or he comes into mine, we agree to leave as soon as we’re done making out. We never like cuddle or anything.
Or sleep in one another’s bed. That’s because that’s not what whatever we’re doing is about. That type of thing is for a relationship, not a business arrangement. So right after we’re done kissing, it’s right back to our own rooms.
And the best part? Nathan isn’t pressuring me at all. He’s letting me go completely and totally at my own pace. He only wants me to do what I’m ready for. For example, all we’ve done so far is kiss. And Nathan has made it clear that this is fine with him until I feel like I’m ready to try something else.
I’m not going to have sex with him. I’ve already decided that. I’m just going to learn enough so that when I do find someone like Matt, or another boy I really like, I’m confident enough to go after them and know that they won’t go anywhere. Which only makes me want to kiss Nathan even more.
Another thing about our arrangement is that we don’t plan when we’re going to meet up and make out. So, a few nights after all of this started I’m lying in my bed trying to fall asleep when Nathan comes into my room. This is the first time Nathan has come into my room without me texting him and asking him to. And to be honest, I’m a little surprised that he did. But I don’t show it.
He’s wearing a pair of shorts and a white wife-beater tank top. He takes a look around my room and laughs. “Still can’t believe there’s so much pink in here.”
I roll my eyes. “Can you just shut up and get in my bed.”
He laughs. “Wow, someone’s getting a little bossy huh?”
I roll my eyes and watch as he closes the door behind him and locks it. He walks gracefully over to my bed and climbs in.
“Sorry I missed dinner again,” he whispers. “Was it awful tonight?”
“It’s always awful when you’re not there. At least you keep my dad occupied.
Without you there he picks me apart.”
He frowns. “I’m sorry. Want to talk about it?”
“Nope,” I say inching my face closer to his.
He rolls his eyes and shoots me a grin. “Come here,” he says pulling me toward him.
I slip my tongue inside his mouth a little, teasing him. He pulls me closer to him, devouring my mouth in his. I moan and bring my body on top of his, kissing him back now just as hard.
He takes his hand and runs it through my hair. I pull back for just a second, long enough to let him catch his breath. He then pulls me back toward him and aggressively flips me over.
I’m on my back now and I pull his body down on top of me so that his chest is practically crushing my breasts. He slows down a little, pulling his body away from mine slightly and kissing me slower. I keep trying to move my tongue into his mouth but he continues to push it out, not allowing me to enter. It takes me a minute to realize he’s teasing me.
I pull back. “Stop teasing me.”
He grins and then crushes his lips onto mine again. This time he lets my tongue in and I feel his hands start to creep up under my tank top. I moan into his mouth to let him know it’s okay as his hands enter inside of my bra. He begins rubbing my nipples back and forth. It all feels so amazing. And when he starts to pull away a few
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