Page 46 of The Night We Met

As soon as my last final ended I got in my car and drove straight home. I didn’t bother saying goodbye to my sorority sisters, especially Sarah. She deserved more than what I left her with. And I didn’t bother waiting to tell Liam good luck in the College World Series. I just couldn’t do anything. I had barely put my car in park in the driveway when my mom opened the door and I ran right into her arms. She just held me and let me cry, like she knew that this would be the hardest heartbreak that I’d ever go through.

“I know sweetheart,” my mom says, fighting against her own tears, “I’ve got you. Always, sweetpea.”

Since coming home three weeks ago I powered down my phone and all I’ve done since is lay in bed. I know I should live some semblance of a life over the summer and prepare for the next school year. But I’m just too emotionally drained. And when I think I’ve run out of tears to cry, they start right back up.

A knock on my door startles me from my wallowing.

My mom pokes her head around my door to see in. “Honey, Liam’s here. He’s worried about you. May he come in?”

I can’t respond. Just thinking about turning around to look at my mom in response has tears streaming down my face. It’s quiet for a few seconds but then my bed shifts and then I’m cradled against a hard chest. Liam turns me around and slowly rocks me, caresses my head, and tells me all the things I need to hear. I sob more and Liam continues to reassure me that everything will be alright. And when I’m all cried out, Liam just lays here with me. He never pushes me to talk; or tells me to get on with my life. He just lets me lay curled up next to him. The occasional tears come and he pulls me closer and places a kiss on the top of my head. And it’s all I need.

I wake up the next morning to a warm body behind me. Last night blurring with the previous nights until I remember Liam had come over. And he stayed the night?How did my parents not kick him out? I kind of liked having him here. I know I shouldn’t say that. He’s my best friend. Forgetting everything that happened between us last year that hasn’t changed. My heart is still in pieces on that bridge back in South Carolina.

The waters between us may have gotten murky, but we cleared it up. Liam became the best friend I had growing up. He got along with he who now shall not be named. I didn’t expect him to come over yesterday. But that’s what friendship is. And despite it being way too soon for my heart to beat for anyone else, this feels good. Laying here with him, spooning, it feels right. So I snuggle up closer to him and hear him grunt.

I freeze, then slowly turn around and face him. My throat is hoarse from misuse and crying, “I’m sorry.”

He opens an eye to respond to me. “A beautiful girl like you does that to me and you should be sorry.”

His words do something to me. As soon as I remember everything, my nose begins to burn and I feel my eyes water with new tears. I do my best to push them away for a bit. “Liam, thank you for last night. And I’m sorry for using you as my tear towel.” I say, my voice raspy from crying and overall lack of use. The tears that threatened to fall over, fall.

“Kamryn, I don’t want you to be sorry.” He pushes my hair back behind my ear and lets his hand linger on my cheek. His thumb swipes away the lingering tears. “I just don’t want you to be hurting anymore.”

“I know. It’s gonna take me some time. But I’ll be the same old Kamryn soon,” That’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one.

“I know you will,” Liam says. I almost think he believes me.

And before I know it he’s closing in. Eyes zeroed in onmy mouth. I shouldn’t let him kiss me. I should turn away. Because kissing someone, never mind the fact that it’s Liam, it’s too soon. But I think I need him to. I need to feel something. I think I need this physical connection with someone to show me that I won’t be broken forever.

Is it healthy? Not even a little. This could be the biggest mistake I make.

I’ve thought about what it would be like to kiss Liam again. There were times when we’d be at the same party and I’d see him making out with a girl. I’d remember what his lips felt like pressed against mine. It was never envy that made me want that with him in public.

I melt into the kiss and he takes it from there. It’s like a light has been relit within me.

Our tongues clash together in this heated moment. We grab at each other trying to get closer. I move the blanket up to move over and straddle Liam. Between my oversized T-shirt and panties along with Liam’s gym shorts and T-Shirt, the thin fabric isn’t doing a great job in concealing anything. When I feel his erection, my breath hitches. I moan and roll my hips along the length of him. Liam’s hands tighten on my hips and he takes control.

Liam flips us over so he’s on top, and the feel of his weight on top of me is so much better this way. The feel of his cock trying to push its way through my underwear has the pressure building fast. My hands move on their own accord and roam up and down his back and chest and then under his shirt to feel his rippled abdomen. My hand slips into the waistband of his pants where I start to stroke him.

Liam breaks the kiss and buries his head in my neck. “God Kamryn, that feels so good.”

I continue to stroke him when he pulls my hand away and pins it along with my other hand above my head.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this again.”

I look up at him puzzled. When I wanted more Liam was nowhere to be found, he ghosted me. It hurt but I moved on.

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, “May I?”

I nod, “Yes.”

Liam slowly slides my panties off and then throws them over his shoulder somewhere. His hand is still on my thigh, waiting for permission.

I nod again, “Yes.”

Liam slips a finger into my opening and goodness! It’s like my body comes alive again. He slowly works me up, pumping his finger and then adds another, curling to hit the spot that makes me arch my back for more and cry out. Liam kisses me to silence my cries. His tongue tangling with mine matches that of his fingers stroke for stroke.

I’m so close and he knows it. He rubs the pad of his thumb on my clit and I’m gone. My orgasm explodes through me. I moan into the kiss as my orgasm continues to ripple through me. Liam continues to rub me, only slowing down to bring me back to earth.

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