Page 12 of If Only You Hurt

She walks over to me and grabs my face and pulls me down. Our lips crash, and I feel whole with her in my arms. When we kiss, it feels right in some way I didn’t know was possible. I’ve kissed her before, but now that we’re older, it means more. Even though I’ve kissed other girls since we did this years ago, it still has never come close to the insurmountable love I feel for Laney.

As we kiss, I begin to walk her toward the bed, the back of her knees meeting the edge. She sits on the bed, pulling me down with her. Soon, she’s completely prone below me, and I can’t keep my hands off her. She must be feeling my cock pressed up against her stomach. I ache to be inside her, and without any experience in this department, I am certain it will feel right.

I begin to trail kisses down her neck, biting her earlobe while I continue my descent.

“Grant, I want you. I want this. Now.”

I pull my face away and look up at her. All I see is love in her eyes. We’re friends, best friends, but for me, this will be the most important night of my life. It’s my shot to show the woman I love how I feel about her with my body. I know it might hurt for her, but I hope despite that, she feels the love that courses through my body for her with each beat of my heart.

“Are you sure before the prom? People will be arriving soon.”

“Grant, this was never about prom. This was about us. I want all my special moments to be shared with you.”

I can’t argue with that. I want the same. I continue to kiss her, our outfits be damned. We already took so many photos, whatever comes after this is just going to have to do.

She begins to move her hands into my jacket, pulling it off. Even over the fabric of my clothes, I can feel her fingers trembling.

I finally shrug my arms out of the sleeves, and she makes quick progress with the buttons of the shirt. I pull at the bowtie, and soon, my chest is exposed. She runs her nails down my skin, and it feels like burn marks are left as she moves her fingers further south. Damn it. I keep my eyes on hers because if I start to look down, I think I’m going to embarrass myself.

Soon, I’m moving my hands down her neck, letting my fingers trail along her collarbone. I move lower and I hesitate as my palm moves toward her breast. Shit, she fits in my palm perfectly. She grabs her bottom lip with her upper teeth, and I can see desire and nerves swimming through her gaze.

“I need this dress off of you,” I whisper in her ear.

She gives me a slight nod and sits up halfway to pull on the zipper. I help her, and then she shimmies out of the clothes and is only left with her lacy green thong. Her breasts are exposed in front of me, and I feel like all the oxygen has been pulled out of my lungs.

“Fuck, Laney, you are perfection.”

Her lips are swollen from kissing me, and I can’t help but move slowly toward her, hoping my heartbeat isn’t loud enough for her to hear. As much as I see her anticipating my next move, I see her breaths quicken as nerves are consuming her just as much.

Once I’m close enough, I bring my lips to hers, softly at first, but then I open to her and I can feel us deepen our connection.

I feel her hands slowly move toward my back and then move down to my ass. The moment she squeezes my backside, I hear her chuckle. I break the kiss and look at her.

“Bean, that’s not doing much for my ego.”

She beams at me and I know she means no harm with her laughter.

“I’m sorry, Grant. This is all so new to me. Plus, it’s you. I mean, you’ve literally been my best friend since the beginning of time.” She tosses her hands in the air and something happens to all the nerves I felt and I’m able to simply relax.

I smile back at her because no matter how you look at this, it’s different for us both. I begin to chuckle and that just spears her on to laugh even more. I take a seat next to her and now she’s got her unzipped dress halfway covering her chest while I pull my fingers through my hair.

“Lane, we don’t have to do this. You know that, right?”

She’s looking down and messing with a piece of fabric from the inside seam. She nods, but she doesn’t look up at me.

I bring my fingers to her chin and move her gaze over to me. Once her eyes meet mine, all is right in the world again.

“Bean, really, we don’t have to do this. I promise, any second I spend with you is the biggest gift.”

Right then, I see her smile fade and I don’t know if what I said has upset her or not. Soon her hand lets go of the fabric of the dress and she brings her hand to move the hair away from my eyes.

“It’s in moments like these I realize why I love you, Grant. The things you say, it’s exactly what I’d expect my Prince Charming to say to me when I feel the chaos of this world take over.”

Before I have time to process what she just said, she’s bringing her lips to mine, the connection instantly bringing my hands to cup her cheeks and deepen the kiss.

The connection we share is something so many long for in their entire lifetime. I found it without even looking.

She opens to me and whatever hesitation she had before, she lost it as she moves to sit on my lap while my hands move to cradle her hips. She soon breaks away and whispers, “Grant, this isn’t about losing something with you. It’s about gaining something more with you. I want this, but most of all, I want it with you.”

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