Page 54 of The Stars in the Sky
He drew back and stared at me. "Fuck."
Suddenly nervous, I felt like I needed to clarify. "Just don't hurt me."
"I'd never do that." He looked disappointed that I'd even suggest that.
I wiggled into him, my breasts pushing up against his chest, his dick in my belly. "Then, anything," I repeated.
He looked away. "Fuck. You probably want to start abstinence now, don't you."
Smiling shyly, I said quietly, "Not really, but I think we should."
He held me close, moving his lips to my ear, "Then there's no fuckin' way you are sleeping naked with me because that's just wrong."
I thought about torturing him a little bit more, but decided against it. "Okay," I agreed.
"What am I getting myself into?" he muttered.
"Me," I said, and he squeezed me tight.
"Okay, baby, you got yourself a deal. Two weeks from Friday, anything I want, and be prepared. Until then, we do it your way."
He released me and I got up and put on a t-shirt of his and my underwear, and he put on his boxers and we crawled into bed together. Because it was late, we both fell asleep quickly, but it was an uneasy sleep for me.
When I checked my phone the following morning, there was nothing from Amelia, so I texted her.
What is it about bossy guys? Why are they so hot?
Because they care. They are IN. TO. IT.
Yeah, I thought. Will cares. But I needed to know howIfelt.
After breakfast, Will and I walked with a group of kids over to the corrals for their morning riding sessions. The kids were talking about the blockbuster movie of the summer.
When we were almost there, I heard one of the snobby girls, Emma, talking to Truc in a sneering voice. "Listen,Fob, have you ever seen a movie that wasn't a bootleg?" Truc immediately burst into tears.
Stunned, Tricia, the group leader, and a few other kids drew in their breath.
Tricia opened her mouth to start talking, but Will beat her to it, stopping Emma and asking, "What did you say?"
"Nothing," she said sullenly.
"What's that mean?" he asked Tricia.
"Fob means fresh off the boat. It's a nasty thing to say to another person."
Will's brows knit together and he looked at Emma. "That's not cool," he said in a low and dangerous voice. "You and me, we're gonna have a talk about prejudice. With everyone. Now."
He stopped the group and made them gather around.
"My mom's from Spain. She speaks Spanish. Marie's dad is Mexican. He was a migrant farmworker. That's how she grew up. We have people here from different countries, or their parents were from different countries, and we treat them all with respect.
"Prejudice is when you judge someone based on what they look like, not on who they are. We all do it. I do it myself. Do it all the time. I did it to my girl here, Marie, because I thought she was a lazy liberal." He smiled. "Turns out she's a caring, hardworking person who doesn't deserve to be judged like that. But words can hurt. Would you want to be called what you called Truc?" he asked Emma.
"No," she said quietly, but still petulant.
"Where you did you learn that word?" Will made a very good authority figure.
"At school," she said in the same voice.
