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I start to move slowly, watching how my movements might be hurting her. At first, she’s pretty still, allowing me to move, but not moving with me. Then, I feel her tension dissipate, and she starts to move her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust.

It feels like we move for an eternity, but I know it’s not that long at all. I won’t last much more than this. It feels too good, and I wish I could go on forever, but I was a fucking virgin, so my stamina isn’t quite where I’d like it to be. Nothing prepared me for this feeling.

“Shit, Laney. I’m going to come. Are you close?” I can’t help but ask. I don’t want to be a complete dick. Her needs matter.

“Maybe move your thumb and play with my clit,” she says and I fumble a bit until I move my hand to touch that sensitive nub, causing her to moan. That’s all I need to spear me on. I flick at her sensitive center, and soon enough, she’s panting. She begins to come, and I can feel her squeezing my dick like a vice.

Before long, I have that euphoric feeling creeping up my spine. It’s taking over as I start to pump myself in and out of her. Shit, I’m chasing a high, and that high is Laney. I feel an explosion of stars behind my eyes, and I’m screaming things I know I will never remember. It’s beyond amazing. I have never felt something this incredible before.

I bury my head in the crook of her neck again, both of us panting. My hips slow, and I begin to plant kisses along her neck and on her jaw. I pull my head back and see the smile across her face.

“That was perfect, Grant. Thank you for being everything my soul has ever needed.” She brings her head off the mattress and kisses me. I kiss her with all I have and hope she feels my love radiating through our touch.

I begin to move my body off her, slowly pulling out of her. I’m not sure what I expected, but she didn’t bleed much. I get up, knowing I need to get her a washcloth.

“Hold on, let me grab you something to clean up.” Laney looks down just then, falling back down onto the mattress.

“Ugh, that’s so embarrassing!” she complains.

“No, it’s not Laney. It’s fucking normal. I’m not freaked out by it,” I say as I’m soaking a washcloth with warm water from the bathroom sink after disposing of the condom in the wastebasket.

I come back to the bed and hand her the washcloth. I don’t quite know what she wants me to do to make her feel less embarrassed. She jumps up and runs to the restroom, closing the door behind her.

I move around the room and start putting my clothes on, seeing that prom is already underway. This is Laney’s show, so if we’re late, I think she’s fine with it. I know I am.

I have my slacks, along with my shirt, unbuttoned when Laney walks out. She has no clothes on still, but she wrapped a towel around her. She’s back to giving me that shy smile, and I can’t have her feeling embarrassed about what we just shared.

“Hey. Look at me.” I bring my fingers under her chin and bring her eyes to meet mine. “I love you. What we just did is the most special moment I’ve ever shared with someone. Please know that I’m honored to share it with you.” I kiss her lips and then her nose, a small smile taking over my face. She returns the smile, and all is right in the world. “Also, if you want to do that again later, I wouldn’t be mad about that request.”

That causes her to laugh, and I feel my own smile widen and take over my face. Her smile and her happiness make my heart grow with love for her.

“Okay, Casanova, I’ll keep that in mind.” She gives me her radiant smile, grabs her dress and underwear, and saunters back into the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later, we are out the door. Her hair was in a bit of a nest of a situation, so she had to work her magic and redo the curls she had earlier with the curling iron she brought with her. To me, she could have a literal nest in her hair, and I would find Laney beautiful.

I grab her hand, give her a quick kiss, and we leave the hotel room. Each step toward prom feels like a step in a new direction. The only question that floats over me is, will this change everything, making our bond stronger or sever it completely?

Chapter Six

LANEY

Summer 2012

This summer has been magical. Grant was down here to visit after being overseas in Australia. His photography is getting more popular, especially on posts where he goes shirtless and gets a picture of himself with the view of the beach behind him.

He has taken on surfing while traveling to tropical locations and I can tell he loves it. He seems to gravitate toward the ocean, probably something embedded in him from being born in Southern California before moving to Nebraska as a baby. He has plans to go to South America soon, so we are making the best of our time while we can before I head back to college.

Tonight, we are hitting the town. I am visiting New York while Grant is here, seeing his family. His sister is now married to Hudson, and they have three-year-old twins, Mallory and Jackson. They’re super cute, and Grant can’t get enough of them. Their energy is something to envy. We spent the day with them, taking them to the park and getting them tired while Becca and Hudson worked.

Once the twins were dropped off, we headed over to my hotel. I decided it would be nice to have some time with Grant one-on-one. Turns out, Grant and I can’t keep our hands off each other when we are in the same city. We’ve sort of made an agreement to be together when we aren’t in a relationship.

After prom, I won’t act like things weren’t a bit different between us. I’d catch myself ogling him while I’d find his gaze on me whenever we were in the same room together. Finally, one night last summer, we couldn’t contain the attraction we had for one another, and we made it a habit of sleeping together whenever the opportunity presented itself. The only thing is, once we got comfortable with that, we never broached the subject of taking our relationship to the next level.

I started school last fall, and he began traveling. We went back to our friendly routine of calling one another, the connection constant. But we also didn’t keep from dating and seeing other people. To say I have been a bit confused is an understatement. Then again, much like before, when I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with Grant by confessing my love for him, I didn’t want to ruin this carefree thing we’ve got going either.

From what I understand, Grant loves to date, but he doesn’t hold on to a relationship because he says traveling makes it hard to keep his partner happy. He tried it a few months back, and he said he had a stage five clinger. His recap of that relationship had me crying with laughter even though I also felt the beginnings of jealousy creeping in.

We’ve been stronger than ever, and our love for each other is only getting better. I thought after prom, we’d have a hard time finding a way to be around one another, but all it did was make us inseparable to the point that everyone keeps asking us why we aren’t together. Anyone who sees us interact can feel the love we have for one another. But the timing just isn’t working in our favor.

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