Page 54 of Never Have I Ever
Just one taste
Grayson
I’ve been staring at the TV for who knows how long.
I’m barely paying attention. I keep looking at the screen in front of me, mindlessly watching whatever show is on. I don’t even know the name or what is happening, and I can’t think of anything other than Rosalie.
The look on her face when I gave her the flowers was the purest thing I have ever witnessed. The pure joy and happiness on her face made my chest tense. I want nothing more than to keep seeing that smile on her face.
I also wouldn’t mind seeing her flushed and aroused again. The way she couldn’t even look at me when I gave her the vibrator plays in my mind in a loop. Her flushed skin, the twitch of her lips, her eyes widening at the realization that I bought her a sex toy.
She admitted she’d never touched herself before, which probably meant she didn’t know how to, so I figured a toy would help. I hope it did. I can think of nothing else but images of Rosie laying on her bed, naked with the small pink toy between her legs as she brings herself to orgasm.
Fuck. I groan, tipping my head back and closing my eyes. I want to see her so badly. I saw her just yesterday; I shouldn’t be feeling like this. And these visits shouldn’t be a common thing. No more than three times a week. That was the deal I made with myself.
Especially with someone like Rosie, who’s new to this whole thing. Sex and intimacy, it could be so easy for her to mix the lines.
My phone rings on the nightstand, and I widen my eyes. Is she calling me? Does she want me to come over? I grab my phone, and my shoulders slump when I see the name on the screen.
I’ve been avoiding her for weeks. If I don’t pick up, who knows what will happen to the money I need? She could withhold it from me and back out of our deal. I need to answer her.
I press the green button and silently curse at myself for answering, but I need to get it over with. “Hey, Mom.”
“Grayson,” she breathes out. “My goodness. I thought you were dead.”
I snicker. “Not yet.”
She gasps on the other side. “Don’t joke about that.”
“Who’s joking?”
“Grayson. I’m serious. You haven’t answered my calls in weeks. Weeks. Do you know how worried I was wondering if you were lying in a ditch somewhere with a needle in your arm?”
My jaw clenches. “I told you a million times before, I don’t do that.”
She sighs on the other end. I know she doesn’t believe me. No matter how many times I tell her, she will never believe me, and they will never trust me again. “Grayson, why didn’t you answer? Where have you been?”
“I’ve been right here in college, where you and dad forced me to attend, remember?”
“It’s for your own good,” she says after a minute. “You didn’t want to go, and school is good for you. You need to be disciplined and reformed. We obviously did something wrong.”
I groan. I don’t need to be reformed because I’m not a fucking drug addict, but she never listens. I think the sight from that day will always haunt her, but it haunts me even more. I can never get the image out of my head as hard as I try.
The only time it seems to settle is around Rosie, and I don’t even want to think about why that is. Maybe because the whole time I’m with her, we’re trying to get through her issues, making me forget about mine, at least for a while.
“We want to see you,” she says. “I’ll pay for the flight, just… Please, son, come see us.”
“What about dad? Does he want to see me?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
She sighs. “You know how he is, Grayson.”
I laugh bitterly. Yeah, I know how he is. He’s a pain in the ass who wishes I was never born. He hates me. I have no idea why, but the old man and I have never bonded before.
“Why should I come home when he can’t stand to look at me?” I ask.
“Because he loves you, Grayson. We both do.”
I roll my eyes. “No, he doesn’t, mom.”
