Page 66 of All Your Days
I’ve fucked before,we’vefucked before. But I’ve never made love. Not like this, and when Eli comes, crying out my name like a prayer, I come completely undone. For him, only ever for him.
“I got something for you.” Eli says sometime later, and I’m impressed, because I barely have the brains left in me to string two thoughts together, let alone words.
He reaches over me, stretching his torso over me to reach for something on the small table beside his bed. One perfect nipple rests over my face as he gropes for whatever he’s searching for, and without thinking twice, I suck the pebbled nub into my mouth. Eli fumbles, jerking and then sagging into my touch. But only for a second, then he pulls himself away to settle back at my side.
“Here. Give me your hand.” He’s already snatching it up when he asks, sliding something cool over my wrist.
“What’s this?” I ask, surveying the glass beads and tiny shells now wrapped around me.
“I got it. At the trading sheds. It reminded me of you, the day we met. You had all these things in your hair. I liked it.” Eli’s chest turns pink as he confesses.
My smile hurts, it's so big. I tear my eyes from the beads shining in the lights of his room to pull him in for another long, slow kiss.
“It’s always been you, Jacob. Always.” Eli whispers when we finally come up for air, pressing his forehead to mine.
“I really am sorry I was a dick. We wasted all that fucking time.” I shake my head, my mind already replaying all the ways things could’ve been different. All the days we lost.
Eli doesn’t let me sulk about it. Nudging my face up to meet his eyes, he gets a little more forceful when I resist.
“That doesn’t matter now. You’ve come to your senses.” He smiles and presses his lips to mine, snatching another kiss.
I scoff loudly when he pulls back, biting his lip to hold back his smile.
“Me, come to my senses!” I tease, squeezing my arms around him. “I thought we agreed we were both idiots?”
Eli shrugs his shoulder with a little hum. “Yeah, but you were the bigger idiot out of the pair of us. But that’s okay, you can spend the rest of your days making it up to me.”
“That so?” I huff a laugh and brush a kiss to one of the many bruises littering his collarbones. We both say it like we’re joking, but too fucking right I’m going to make it up to him.
“Yeah, I do.” My soft kisses must be tickling, because he’s laughing and squirming against me. I just tighten my hold.
“I think I can do that.”
“Promise?” Eli sucks in a breath, eyes sparkling bright.
“Yeah, Eli. That’s a promise.”
We fall into another kiss, losing ourselves to one another. And while I don’t know what’s coming, or where our lives will take us, I know that we’ll face it together.
For all our days.
The End.
