Page 61 of The Night We Met

Since we left campus later than usual, we got a late start on making the drive back home. So Liam and I made it to our parents houses just before midnight. With all of the driving, we decided it best to wait to move-in once it’s light out and we’re well-rested.

“Hi Jersey.” I greet when our black lab greets me at the door. “Don’t wake people up.” I let him out back to the bathroom while I fill up a glass of water.

The doubt creeps in making me wonder if I’m doing the right thing with Liam. We’ve only been together not even a year. Even during our last year we stayed with each other as much as possible. Between baseball and my senior project, it was tough. Liam led his team to another CWS win. So wedidn’t get to enjoy the whole summer, but what’s left of it I’m hoping we’ll treasure together.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts by Jersey scratching at the back door. Tomorrow starts the madness. “Goodnight boy.” I say as I pet him and go to my room.

My alarm goes off too soon. I stare up at the ceiling in my childhood bedroom. The feeling hasn’t sunk in yet that I’m moving out. It’s scary. But something that was always in the back of my mind.

My phone chimes with a text from Liam.

Liam: Rise and shine sleepyhead.

Me: I’m awake silly. About to get up and get ready. I’ll see you at the apartment?

Liam: See you soon.

I’m making the right decision. I know I am. But I can’t stop the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that’s telling me something isn’t right.

I go through the motions at what feels like 2x speed. And before I know it, we’re unloading the final box into the living room. The overwhelming sensation hits hard. But knowing we have a couple of months to settle in before our new jobs takes some of the pressure off.

Liam and I work like a well-oiled machine. Working efficiently in setting up our bedroom as that’s the best way to move-in, or so our parents have told us. We moved on to the living room. Working to mount the TV on the wall. A wall mount for a TV is the number one tester for any relationship. Mark my words.

Ten hours later and our apartment is livable. A little sweaty but not stinky. A lot cranky and a lot hungry. We’re not 100% unpacked, but the big things have been done.

After our parents left and a pizza was delivered, it’s just Liam and I snuggled on the couch after our showers.

“Are you happy baby?” I ask him.

“The happiest,” he responds with a hard kiss to my lips. His kiss softens as I sink into him. The kiss isn’t rushed. The kiss isn’t a means to an end. The kiss is the start of our new beginning.

Liam slides my leg over his lap and pulls me over to straddle him. Our breathing grows heavier as our kisses become more frantic. I slide my hands under his shirt and pull it up his body and fling it behind me. He moans into my mouth as my hands explore his body.

I’ll never tire of exploring him. Liam is always working out and always practicing. Keeping his body in tip top shape for baseball makes me a very happy girl.

I break the kiss and trail my lips down his body. Nipping at his jaw. Sucking on his neck. Playing with his nipples because it drives him crazy. As I slide down his body, I pull his pajama bottoms down with me as I go. Freeing his erection that now bobs against his stomach. I wrap my hand around him and lower my mouth to his tip. Kissing the head of his cock like I was kissing him.

Swirling my tongue around the tip and flicking at his opening.

“Fuck you’re too good at that.” Liam groans.

A few months later, Liam and I are finally settled into our apartment. It took us most of the summer and partway intofall, but we finally did it.

I managed to get a job at one of the local middle schools teaching. It wasn’t ideal, but I’m also grateful that the community college had an opening for a fashion design teacher. So I do that part-time along with the full-time teaching job.

Liam hasn’t had it so easy though. He’s still waiting for a call-up to the major’s but that chance dwindles daily. He continues to work out and hit the batting cages daily. But as each day goes by, he starts to slip further away from me. It’s like his happiness is tied to baseball. I get it, but baseball can only last for so long.

With the lack of a call, his appearances at work have been abysmal at best. More times than I can count, his boss has called me letting me know that he’s not shown up for work on time. I get that call sometimes twice a week. Every time I come home, I dread what I might see inside. Like right now.

“Liam?” I call out when I walk through the door. No answer. “Hello?” I know he’s home. His truck was in the same parking spot it was in yesterday.

“Hey,” He finally replies from his spot on the couch. Headset on for his video game that he plays all of the time. Our apartment isn’t exactly big, so I know he heard me the first time.

“Hey. How was your day?” Setting my bag and the mail on the TV, I turn to him in hopes that I have his full attention. The hope I had fizzles out as I see his attention still on the TV.

“It was okay.”

“That’s good.”

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