Page 88 of Holding On

I chuckle. "Well, you're right. You are hot and fun to hang out with, but that's not the only reason I'm dating you."

She drinks her shake, pushing the straw up and down.

"Aren't you going to ask me what the other reason is?"

"If you want to tell me, you'll tell me."

And that's another reason I like her. She isn't needy. She doesn't try so damn hard. Other girls are begging for my attention, begging me to tell them how pretty they are and how much I like them. But not Becca. She doesn't need all that reassurance. She's strong and confident in herself, which is a total turn on.

"Let's get out of here." I toss my food wrappers in the sack. "Can you throw this out?"

"You didn't eat your chicken sandwich."

"I don't want it. The burger was enough."

She takes the sack and tosses it in the trash can next to the order window.

"You sure you want to leave? We just got here. Or are you worried someone else will come up to you?"

"It's not about that." I lean over and kiss her. "I just want to be alone with you." I kiss her again. Her lips are cold from the shake and her mouth tastes like chocolate as I swirl my tongue around it. I feel her hand lower and grab her cup before she drops it.

I love how she reacts when I kiss her. It's like everything else falls away and her attention is solely on us. There's no distractions. No feeling like she's somewhere else, or that her mind is focused on the fact that she's kissing Ethan, the football star. I finally feel like I'm with someone who wants me for who I am. Without football. Without money. Without my parents' high powered connections.

I slowly back away. "Should we go?"

"Yeah." She sounds breathless, her lips still swollen from my kiss which makes me want to kiss her again. She sees my cup in her hand. "When did you take that?"

"Just now." I smile. "You almost dropped it."

"Oh. Thanks."

"You're welcome." I set it in the cupholder. "Let's get out of here."

She drives to my house and when we get there, we head straight to my room, straight to my bed. Clothes are ripped off, thrown aside, and we go at each other like we've been apart for months.

The sex is awesome, as it always is, and when it's over, she relaxes down on my chest, a soft smile on her face. My hand runs up and down her back as I catch my breath. Her warm body is flush against mine and I wrap my arms around her and kiss her head.

I want to stay like this. Right here. Holding Becca. I want to keep seeing her. I want this to be more than a summer fling. But that may be all I can give her. My future's up in the air so I can't make her any promises. And maybe she doesn't want that. She says this won't last and she's probably right. But that doesn't mean I don't want her.

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