Page 33 of Until I Found You
Twelve
Graham – Eighteen Years Old
The feel of her warm breath glides along the side of my neck. The sun has long since gone down, leaving us standing beneath the starry night sky. Just her. Just her and me, alone together.
Sliding my hands along her sides, I pull her hips in closer, so she’s pressed against me. The subtle moan that escapes her lips makes me crave the feel of them on mine.
Wrapping my fingers in her hair, I stare into her eyes for a moment before I give in and press my mouth roughly against hers.
She sighs softly, as her fingers slide along my cheek and into my hair, holding my head against her as she roughly pulls the strands.
Some days I feel like I can’t get enough of her. When I wake up in the morning, she’s the first thing I think about. When I go to bed at night, she’s the last thing on my mind. When we’re together, I find myself being reckless out of the need to give her everything she wants. Just like I am now, standing outside in the middle of a dark field, ready and willing to give into her just to hear more of those sighs of contentment.
Her smile, her laugh, and her snarky sense of humor. She’s everything. She pulls me out of the dark corners of my mind, and I fucking love her for it.
Her tongue brushes against my lower lip, eagerly seeking entrance into my mouth and I give into her. I give into her every damn time because this woman fucking owns me. She’s everything that is good and right in this world.
I’d give her the world if she wanted. All she’d have to do is ask.
“Graham,” she sighs again, and I can’t help it. Brushing my thumb over the apple of her cheek, I pull back and look into her eyes before I press another kiss against her lips.
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Take me back to your house,” she whispers, as she rubs her legs together.
I recognize the look of desire in her eyes, just as she roughly presses a kiss against my lips. Her quiet whimpers as her fingers claw against my neck, holding me in place.
We’ve both been drinking tonight. My mom had to pull a double shift at the bar tonight and likely won’t be home until after two in the morning.
Sliding my hand into my pocket, I pull out my phone and break the connection with Halle to check the time on the screen. The time reads 12:14 a.m. and I curse the thought of having to call my cousin, Gage.
“I’ll call Gage, have him come get us.”
Halle drops her hands to her sides, just before she reaches up and runs the palms of her hands over her face. She doesn’t like the idea of calling Gage for a ride anymore than I do, mostly because we both know the lecture that’s going to ensue on the way home.
Talk about a buzz kill.
“‘Ello,” he grumbles into the phone. I’m not sure if he’s just distracted or if he was asleep, so I cut to the chase quick.
“Gage, Halle and I are at a bonfire over at Mason’s house for his graduation party and we, uh…” I pause, looking at Halle.
Halle’s eyebrows are raised, like she’s waiting for his rant to come on the other end of the phone. I flash her a wink, hoping to reassure her.
“We need a ride home, if you can.”
“Graham…” he sighs. I hate hearing the disappointment, especially coming from him.
“You can save the lecture. I know, alright. At least I’m doing the responsible thing and asking you for a ride.”
“Yeah, it takes balls to call a cop and ask for a ride when you’ve been drinking… underage,” he says, drawing out the last part.
“So, does that mean you’ll be here in twenty?”
“I’ll call you when I’m almost there,” he groans. I can hear his chair squeaking in the background, and I feel bad realizing he must still be at work. “I don’t want to sit there waiting around for you or I’ll break up the party myself.”
I don’t doubt for a second he would, so I reassure him we’ll be ready. As soon as the line disconnects, I slip the phone back into my pocket and wrap my hands around Halle’s waist pulling her to me.
“See, that was easy.”
