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even my parents.
I felt stupid for my paranoid, panicked thoughts as
Johnny drove us the long distance from my parents’ house back to campus. How
could I have ever thought he was some kind of girlfriend-killing sociopath?
Claire White’s suicide had been a tragedy and it was cruel of me to have even
thought for a second that someone as kind and sweet as Johnny was could have
done anything to make it happen. I had seen him in action and he had had a
dozen opportunities to show any hidden “true colors” of darkness if he had
them. No one could be that wonderful one moment and a total unrepentant abuser
the next. It just wasn’t possible.
Johnny joked about how he would tell all the frat guys
that he’d “struck gold” with me, letting them think that he meant how wealthy
my family was and how well-connected, when what he really knew the “prize” as
he put it, was me myself. “Don’t get me wrong; if any of those guys I played
hockey with wants to give me a job when I graduate, I’m not going to turn them
down.”
“Aren’t you planning on going into the majors?” I
asked him. Johnny shrugged.
“It’s iffy, getting in there. There’s a lot of
scrutiny. I’d love to keep playing, but it’s really difficult to get a spot on
a team.” He looked at me. “Besides, I’d hate to spend so much time away from
you.”
“But if you love to play…” I realized I was talking as
if we’d just go on being together and felt an instinctive spurt of fear that
had nothing to do with baseless suspicions. “I mean, don’t rule anything out.
You’re a great player, you’ve got good grades.”
“We’ll see how the future unfolds. For now, I’m happy
to just be with you and get through school as well as I can manage.”
We finally made it back to campus and Johnny pulled
into the temporary parking next to the dorms. I was exhausted, but as he lifted
me down from the high seat, wrapping his arms around me, I thought about what
it would take to sneak Johnny into my room again. He kissed me, his hands
wandering over my body slowly — not enough to be indecent, but enough to set a
little tingling fire starting through my belly, down into my hips. I wanted
him. I wished that I had the energy to do more than kiss him; I wished that the
stupid dorm wasn’t girls-only at night.
Johnny and I kissed for what seemed like hours,
breaking away to murmur silly little things to each other before starting up
again. I knew that neither of us wanted to separate, that neither of us wanted
to be the one to break off and end the night. It had been a stupid party with
my parents, but the little tryst in my bedroom and the drive to and from had
made it a lot better than it might have been. I hoped that I would never have
to go to another one of my parents’ events by myself ever again — and I hoped,
deep down, that I could just keep going to them with Johnny.
Finally, Johnny broke away from my lips, looking down
at me. We were both panting slightly, and I could feel the ridge of his
hardening erection pressing into me, showing that he was starting to get as
turned on as I was. We’d have to stop or find a way to keep going somewhere
more private. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” Johnny said,
smiling slightly at me. “Since the moment I first laid eyes on you, actually.”
I tilted my head, confused. A little voice in the back of my mind warned me to
expect something terrible, though it wouldn’t specify exactly what it could be.
“What’s that?” I asked, smiling up at him. Johnny
kissed me lightly on the lips once more, barely a peck.
“I love you.” My eyes widened. Of all the things I had
expected to come out of his mouth, that had not been
on the list; we had only been seeing each other a few weeks. I couldn’t imagine
any guy Johnny’s age or mine being ready to say that so soon. He’d wanted to
tell me that since he first saw me?
“You’re kidding me,” I said, giving him
even my parents.
I felt stupid for my paranoid, panicked thoughts as
Johnny drove us the long distance from my parents’ house back to campus. How
could I have ever thought he was some kind of girlfriend-killing sociopath?
Claire White’s suicide had been a tragedy and it was cruel of me to have even
thought for a second that someone as kind and sweet as Johnny was could have
done anything to make it happen. I had seen him in action and he had had a
dozen opportunities to show any hidden “true colors” of darkness if he had
them. No one could be that wonderful one moment and a total unrepentant abuser
the next. It just wasn’t possible.
Johnny joked about how he would tell all the frat guys
that he’d “struck gold” with me, letting them think that he meant how wealthy
my family was and how well-connected, when what he really knew the “prize” as
he put it, was me myself. “Don’t get me wrong; if any of those guys I played
hockey with wants to give me a job when I graduate, I’m not going to turn them
down.”
“Aren’t you planning on going into the majors?” I
asked him. Johnny shrugged.
“It’s iffy, getting in there. There’s a lot of
scrutiny. I’d love to keep playing, but it’s really difficult to get a spot on
a team.” He looked at me. “Besides, I’d hate to spend so much time away from
you.”
“But if you love to play…” I realized I was talking as
if we’d just go on being together and felt an instinctive spurt of fear that
had nothing to do with baseless suspicions. “I mean, don’t rule anything out.
You’re a great player, you’ve got good grades.”
“We’ll see how the future unfolds. For now, I’m happy
to just be with you and get through school as well as I can manage.”
We finally made it back to campus and Johnny pulled
into the temporary parking next to the dorms. I was exhausted, but as he lifted
me down from the high seat, wrapping his arms around me, I thought about what
it would take to sneak Johnny into my room again. He kissed me, his hands
wandering over my body slowly — not enough to be indecent, but enough to set a
little tingling fire starting through my belly, down into my hips. I wanted
him. I wished that I had the energy to do more than kiss him; I wished that the
stupid dorm wasn’t girls-only at night.
Johnny and I kissed for what seemed like hours,
breaking away to murmur silly little things to each other before starting up
again. I knew that neither of us wanted to separate, that neither of us wanted
to be the one to break off and end the night. It had been a stupid party with
my parents, but the little tryst in my bedroom and the drive to and from had
made it a lot better than it might have been. I hoped that I would never have
to go to another one of my parents’ events by myself ever again — and I hoped,
deep down, that I could just keep going to them with Johnny.
Finally, Johnny broke away from my lips, looking down
at me. We were both panting slightly, and I could feel the ridge of his
hardening erection pressing into me, showing that he was starting to get as
turned on as I was. We’d have to stop or find a way to keep going somewhere
more private. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” Johnny said,
smiling slightly at me. “Since the moment I first laid eyes on you, actually.”
I tilted my head, confused. A little voice in the back of my mind warned me to
expect something terrible, though it wouldn’t specify exactly what it could be.
“What’s that?” I asked, smiling up at him. Johnny
kissed me lightly on the lips once more, barely a peck.
“I love you.” My eyes widened. Of all the things I had
expected to come out of his mouth, that had not been
on the list; we had only been seeing each other a few weeks. I couldn’t imagine
any guy Johnny’s age or mine being ready to say that so soon. He’d wanted to
tell me that since he first saw me?
“You’re kidding me,” I said, giving him
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