Page 23 of When October Starts

I was at loss for words. I wanted to tell him that I felt the same, but thanks to my heart beating in my chest so loudly, I couldn’t hear my own thoughts.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ezra

She was sitting on my couch, lost in her thoughts, with a blanket covering her body. She stared blankly at the screen ahead of her, not even flinching as the killer on the screen used his chainsaw to slit open a young girl.

I walked over to her with a cup of tea in hand, and I set it onto the coffee table for it to cool down. “Talk to me, Juno.”

I brushed her hair back, trying to meet her gaze. She finally moved her head, blinking and losing that deep crease between her brows. “I guess I am the main reason why you frown so much,” I chuckled, and she gave me a soft smile.

She reached out to fist my sweatshirt in her hand. “Is it wrong that I’m not scared anymore? I mean…I know it’ll be hard for you if we get caught, but I know it’s gonna be even harder to keep this secret.”

I knew exactly what she meant. I was still scared, though not as much anymore. Now that I had told her I was in love with her, there was no way back. She’s the one I wanted.

“I get it. I know what you’re feeling. But we both knew it wouldn’t be easy. I’d say we continue taking it slow. I want you to come over whenever possible, and take you places where no one will see us. It’s gonna be hard, and we’ll have to adjust,” I said, sighing at my own words. “But I want you. I love you, and I’m not giving up on you.”

“Promise?” she asked softly, giving me those puppy eyes I couldn’t resist.

“I promise, Juno.” I pulled her close to me, making her straddle my lap as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

“I’m in love with you too,” she whispered.

I rubbed her back and leaned against the couch, pulling her close while her hands moved into my hair.

Our love wasn’t wrong. I was lucky to have fallen for a beautiful, smart, and funny girl like Juno, and I would give my all to keep her right here in my arms.

She tugged on my hair, and I felt her lips move against the side of my neck. Although I was the one who wanted to take it slow, I couldn’t with Juno. Her scent surrounded me, pulling and capturing me into her bond.

“Ez?” she whispered close to my ear before leaning back and looking into my eyes. Hers were still filled with unshed tears. She was tense, and I wanted her to lose all that worry stacked up inside of her.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want you to make love to me tonight.”

I smiled, cupping her face in my hands and brushing over her cheekbones with my thumbs. “You sure?”

It was an honor that she wanted me to be her first. I wasn’t going to mess it up. I wanted to show her how much I adored her.

She nodded. “Please.”

How could I ever say no to that? I leaned in to kiss her lips, and since losing her virginity was not just a simple task to get over with, I wanted her on my bed where she’d be far more comfortable.

I got up from the couch and somehow managed to turn off the tv, then I carried her over to my bedroom. I slowly let her down onto her back, and I moved over her to keep kissing her.

Our tongues met, and I dove deeper into her mouth. Juno’s hands moved down to tug at my sweatshirt, and I quickly pulled it over my head to get rid of it. Working out every morning was starting to pay off, and I loved every second of her staring at my muscles whenever she got the chance to.

I’ve seen her naked already, and I also was the only one of us to please the other. She reached multiple orgasms since we started dating, and I always had to wait until she was gone to make myself cum.

Well, I was the one not letting her touch my dick. Not without boxer briefs or shorts on. She had told me multiple times that she really wanted to touch my dick, but I knew once she did, I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

Back then, neither of us knew where this was headed, but now that we’d confessed our love for each other, there was nothing holding me back anymore.

“Can I…?” She knew what I was thinking, and I quickly nodded before moving next to her to lean against the headboard of the bed.

She pulled my pants down, leaving my boxer briefs in place. She was kneeling between my legs, and as my pants were gone, she moved her hands up to my dick. She didn’t hesitate, but gripped my hardness with one hand, slowly moving it up and down my length.

I watched her closely as she kept her eyes on the bulge, then she finally pulled the fabric down, freeing my dick.

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