Page 59 of First Serves and Second Chances
Nate groans from the living room. I’m guessing Stacie scored on him again.
We wash and dry in silence. When Stacie starts singing “Another One Bites the Dust,”I’m guessing she’s struck the final blow on Nate’s little hockey team.
I realize I don’t want him to leave when we’ve finished washing the dishes and Stacie comes in to tell us she kicked Nate’s ass. Even though it’d be hell lying next to him in bed, smelling his skin and staring at his lips, I want him here.
Nate’s putting the controllers away when we come into the living room. It’s weird how quickly we’ve started using this room again. I have to remind myself every time I walk in here that’s it’s alright.
“I’d better get going,” Nate says.
“Why don’t you stay over?” Ma asks.
“Um … ” he looks at me. “Sure, if it’s okay.”
“You can’t,” I say. Everyone turns and looks at me. “You’ve got that thing, at the frat house.”
Nate shrugs. “It’s not important, I don’t have to go.”
“Well then, that’s settled.” Ma says. “I’ll get the air bed from the cupboard."
“I’ll get it,” I say.
Nate’s face is bright red. He’s rubbing the back of his neck. He’s so bad at lying. He knows I’m not gonna make him sleep on a fucking air bed. But Ma would find it weird if we offered to sleep together.
We brush our teeth side-by-side in the little bathroom. Nate’s using a spare toothbrush Ma found in the cupboard. I can hear Stacie talking on the phone in the next room while we settle into bed. Nate’s wearing one of my old t-shirts and a revealing pair of boxer briefs that are gonna make it very fucking hard to fall asleep next to him.
His body heat radiates under the blanket. His skin brushing against mine every time he moves.
“Stay still.”
“Sorry.” His minty breath blows against my neck.
I can feel him trying to be still, but he’s like a fucking puppy dog—all pent up energy with nowhere to go. I think about taking him out into the woods behind the house, letting him fuck me against a tree again, but I’m so tired. And weirdly, I want to lie here with him more. In the warmth and safety of my own bed.
“Ev?”
“What?”
He swallows. “Can I spoon you?”
I snort. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. It’s okay if-”
I reach behind me and grab his arm, pulling it over my waist. “There. Happy?”
“Yeah.”
I think he’s gonna be quiet now, go to sleep. His body’s pressed tight against me. His soft cock is warm against my back. If it was hard, I don’t know if I’d be able to resist touching it.
“Ev?”
I blow out a big sigh. “What?”
“Are you happy?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“I know obviously you’re nothappy.I know you’re going through a lot right now, but I mean, about this,us.You are happy about it, aren’t you?”
