Page 54 of Still Love You

"I had sex with Tana."

"Big surprise."

"It sucked. The sex was mediocre at best and then she got all clingy when it was over. She wanted to spend the night but I told her I had to get up early for work. She's called me five times already this morning."

I laugh. "That's what you get for having sex with a girl just hours after meeting her."

"Shit, I just got a text from her. I might have to change my number. I gotta go. Talk to you later."

I get back to work, and at noon, as I'm washing my hands at the hose, Willow shows up with a big paper sack in her hand. 

"Want some lunch?" she asks.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks." I shake the water from my hands and follow her to my truck. "I should probably eat with the other guys sometime. They're going to think I'm avoiding them."

She hops up on the back of the truck and pulls me toward her. "But if we sit with them, I can't do this." She kisses me. A long, deep kiss that has me hoping her dad doesn't walk by.

I talk over her lips. "Why don't we do this later? When there aren't so many people around? Specifically your dad?"

"My dad doesn't care if we kiss."

"Still, let's save it for later, when we can do more than kiss."

"Okay." She smiles and kisses my cheek.

I sit next to her. "You're in a good mood today."

"Does that mean I'm usually not?" She laughs as she starts unpacking our lunch.

"No. I meant that you're usually more serious. Today you seem...not so serious."

"Because I'm not worrying about homework and tests. It's nice to finally be able to relax. And I like being home. College is great but I missed my parents." She hands me a sandwich.

"Did you miss anyone else?" I take a water bottle from the sack.

"I did, but I tried not to think about it. I didn't think I'd never see you again." She glances back at the tables where the workers are having lunch, then turns my face to hers and kisses me, another hot and heavy kiss. Then she leans back and says, "Sorry. I couldn't stop myself. I've been dying to do that."

"You've been dying to kiss me?"

She bites her lip. "This is really embarrassing and you better not make fun of me. In fact, I shouldn't even be telling you this."

"Telling me what?"

She sighs. "I had this really hot dream about you last night. It was so intense. I thought it was real but then I woke up."

"What happened during this dream?" I casually ask, trying to hide the fact that I'm completely turned on by this. Willow never remembers her dreams so if she remembered this one, it had to be good.

She leans over to me, her eyes glancing behind us, making sure no one is there. "We had sex. Multiple times. Multiple ways. On multiple surfaces."

"Holy shit," I mutter, blood rushing to my crotch. "You sure you don't want to tell me this later?"

"You're lucky I'm telling you now!" she whispers. "This is embarrassing. I only told you so I could explain why I was kissing you."

"Isn't kissing me just making it worse? I mean, if you're needing to um...relieve yourself—"

"I already did that." She grabs her water bottle and takes a drink, leaving my mind full of images of her "relieving" herself. This is too much stimulation to be experiencing while at work. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that. So how's work going?" She bites into her sandwich.

"Forget work. I want to hear about this dream."

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