Page 100 of Still Love You

CHAPTER TWENTY

Silas

If Willow and I keep this up, she's going to be sore later. But I don't think she cares. Right now, we can't get enough of each other. We're officially together again and now it's time to reunite. In the bed. The shower. My truck.

Sex with Willow is addictive. There's something about us. The way we fit together. The way we connect. The way we practically read each others' mind. It all comes together for mind-blowing sex that makes you want to do it again and again.

I want this night to go on forever. Just the two of us with nobody around. No talk of the future. No worrying about her parents and the farm.

When Willow asked me if I thought her parents were having money problems I almost told her the truth. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep this secret. It's not fair to her. If it were my parents and she knew they were in trouble and didn't tell me, I'd be pissed.

But I can't tell her. Not yet. I need to at least talk to her parents first and let them know I'm done lying to her. This has gone on long enough. They can't keep this from her all summer.

"Want some?" Willow holds up her candy bar. We're lying under the blankets on the pile of sleeping bags she laid out on the bed of the truck. I've got her wrapped in my arms, exactly where I want her, skin to skin, our warm, naked bodies intertwined.

I take a bite. "I think I got some caramel on me. Can you help me out?"

She reaches up and kisses it off. "You want some more?"

"Yeah, I'll take some more." My hands are on her hips and I lift her closer to me and kiss her, tasting her warm chocolatey mouth.

"That's not what I meant," she says, smiling. "I was going to—"

I taste her again, not letting her finish. We did it less than an hour ago but I'm ready for another round. But we should probably wait so I force myself away from her lips.

Willow looks at me. "Why'd you stop?"

"I thought you'd want a break, but if you don't then..." I kiss her again.

She pushes me back and climbs over me, straddling me. "You're probably right. We should take a break." She takes me in her hand, positioning me.

I smile at her. "This doesn't seem like a break."

"I changed my mind." She lowers herself onto me and we do it again.

And then we take a break. Willow returns to her place under my arm and we gaze up at the sky.

"I love being here," she says.

"I've always loved it here."

"It's so quiet. So dark. The stars look so much brighter out here. Remember when we'd lay in your back yard and look at the stars? You'd always make them into animals or people or scenes. I never knew what you were talking about."

"My mind naturally sees shapes and patterns and turns them into things. I get that from my mom. She's the same way."

"I love that about you. The way you're so creative and can imagine all these different things that other people can't see. I can't do that. If I don't have a clear picture of something, it doesn't make sense to me."

"Like your future."

"What?"

"Your future. If you don't have a clear picture of what it's going to be, you can't make sense of it. And you're someone who has to make sense of things. You're very logical. I'm not."

She pauses. "I never thought about it that way. I mean, relating it to how I see things, like the stars or abstract art."

"Yeah, you hate abstract art. When we went to that modern art exhibit with your parents, you couldn't get out of there fast enough."

"Because I couldn't understand how people could consider that art."

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