phone.
“Lucas,” I nudge him and he hardly stirs.
“Lucas, wake up.”
He mumbles again this time hooking an arm around my waist and pulling me backward. He pushes his shirt up, that I slipped on last night to sleep in and starts kissing my stomach.
Heat instantly pools between my legs, but I have to go.
“I can’t. I have to meet Liz in thirty minutes for coffee and then I have class.”
He rolls on top of me and sleepily kisses my neck, “Skip?”
“I can’t miss my classes.”
Another kiss, a little harder. He’s trying to persuade me with his mouth.
I want to stay, but I struggle to pay for school and it’s important. “It’s important. School’s important,” I tell him.
He stops kissing me and jokes, “Why didn’t you say so?”
I fix myself the best I can in the bathroom moving about at a lightning speed. I come out and he is still lazily lying in bed.
“I think I’m drunk off you,” he tells me then gives me a smile that could melt any woman’s heart, but it especially makes mine do weird flippy things. “I want to see you later. What time are you done with class.
“Today’s no good. I work at the bookstore on Mondays and Wednesdays as soon as I get out of class. What time do you work?”
“In a few hours. The shop is pretty lax with hours, but I would’ve taken off for you. I’ll tell you what. How about you come over after work. I’ll make a late dinner.”
“I highly doubt you’ve ever cooked a meal in your kitchen. I wish I could tonight, but I have homework that I should’ve gotten done this weekend and didn’t.”
“Tomorrow then, come over after your last class.”
“Tomorrow my schedule isn't that bad. I have to go to The Scene for a little while, but after that I'm all yours,”
He smiles warmly at me. “All mine,” he mumbles and then without any thought I lean down and give him my lips, kissing him goodbye.
Liz is waiting for me, double fisting two steamy coffees.
“Hey, hooker. I brought you a shirt so you’re at least wearing something clean. I can smell your sexing from here.” Liz is dressed very meticulously. Her wool coat, that is unbuttoned showing off the white designer shirt and thick wool pants that are hidden under her tall brown boots, screams put together.
“Shut up, you cannot.” I sit down beside Liz and take the first sip of coffee savoring the rich aroma.
“So, you’ve had an eventful weekend.”
My cheeks flush at Liz’s accurate description.
“It was so good Liz. But oh fuck, we didn’t use a condom and I totally need to get that pill you told me about.”
She looks at me with her jaw slightly agape, “You just met this guy and you had unprotected sex? Seriously June, I thought I taught you better than that.”
I shrug amused. This conversation is flipped around from the way it normally goes. I’m normally telling Liz how worried I am about her behavior. I think she’s getting a kick out of this.
“What about Blondie from the other night? Are you going to see him again?”
“I doubt it. Maybe?”
“What was wrong with this one?”
“It’s not that something is wrong with him. He was really sweet and we got along fine, but I guess I just want that crazy feeling like you want to spend every second with the person and I just struggle to find that.”
We finish our coffee and talk about our schedules this week. I make my way to my first class after changing my shirt in the car and think about what Liz said; that crazy feeling like you want to spend every second with them. I want to get back to Lucas, but feel uneasy about my growing addiction to him. I also feel guilty, which isn’t really fair. All of this time I’ve been holding on to my first love. I haven’t seen him in seven years. You would think with the internet it would be easy to find him, but I can’t find anything, and I mean zero, zilch, nada. I’ve searched property records for his dad’s farm, but the title records show new ownership from
“Lucas,” I nudge him and he hardly stirs.
“Lucas, wake up.”
He mumbles again this time hooking an arm around my waist and pulling me backward. He pushes his shirt up, that I slipped on last night to sleep in and starts kissing my stomach.
Heat instantly pools between my legs, but I have to go.
“I can’t. I have to meet Liz in thirty minutes for coffee and then I have class.”
He rolls on top of me and sleepily kisses my neck, “Skip?”
“I can’t miss my classes.”
Another kiss, a little harder. He’s trying to persuade me with his mouth.
I want to stay, but I struggle to pay for school and it’s important. “It’s important. School’s important,” I tell him.
He stops kissing me and jokes, “Why didn’t you say so?”
I fix myself the best I can in the bathroom moving about at a lightning speed. I come out and he is still lazily lying in bed.
“I think I’m drunk off you,” he tells me then gives me a smile that could melt any woman’s heart, but it especially makes mine do weird flippy things. “I want to see you later. What time are you done with class.
“Today’s no good. I work at the bookstore on Mondays and Wednesdays as soon as I get out of class. What time do you work?”
“In a few hours. The shop is pretty lax with hours, but I would’ve taken off for you. I’ll tell you what. How about you come over after work. I’ll make a late dinner.”
“I highly doubt you’ve ever cooked a meal in your kitchen. I wish I could tonight, but I have homework that I should’ve gotten done this weekend and didn’t.”
“Tomorrow then, come over after your last class.”
“Tomorrow my schedule isn't that bad. I have to go to The Scene for a little while, but after that I'm all yours,”
He smiles warmly at me. “All mine,” he mumbles and then without any thought I lean down and give him my lips, kissing him goodbye.
Liz is waiting for me, double fisting two steamy coffees.
“Hey, hooker. I brought you a shirt so you’re at least wearing something clean. I can smell your sexing from here.” Liz is dressed very meticulously. Her wool coat, that is unbuttoned showing off the white designer shirt and thick wool pants that are hidden under her tall brown boots, screams put together.
“Shut up, you cannot.” I sit down beside Liz and take the first sip of coffee savoring the rich aroma.
“So, you’ve had an eventful weekend.”
My cheeks flush at Liz’s accurate description.
“It was so good Liz. But oh fuck, we didn’t use a condom and I totally need to get that pill you told me about.”
She looks at me with her jaw slightly agape, “You just met this guy and you had unprotected sex? Seriously June, I thought I taught you better than that.”
I shrug amused. This conversation is flipped around from the way it normally goes. I’m normally telling Liz how worried I am about her behavior. I think she’s getting a kick out of this.
“What about Blondie from the other night? Are you going to see him again?”
“I doubt it. Maybe?”
“What was wrong with this one?”
“It’s not that something is wrong with him. He was really sweet and we got along fine, but I guess I just want that crazy feeling like you want to spend every second with the person and I just struggle to find that.”
We finish our coffee and talk about our schedules this week. I make my way to my first class after changing my shirt in the car and think about what Liz said; that crazy feeling like you want to spend every second with them. I want to get back to Lucas, but feel uneasy about my growing addiction to him. I also feel guilty, which isn’t really fair. All of this time I’ve been holding on to my first love. I haven’t seen him in seven years. You would think with the internet it would be easy to find him, but I can’t find anything, and I mean zero, zilch, nada. I’ve searched property records for his dad’s farm, but the title records show new ownership from
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