Page 18 of Make You Love Me

“Youstillhaven’ttouchedhim yet?” Ashley chastises over the phone.

“No, I—I haven’t really had the opportunity. I mean, his hands have been all over me, but I haven’t touchedit. Only through his clothes.”

“Girl, you’ve been with him basically every day for the last two weeks, and you’re not at all interested in what his peenlooks like?” she questions.

“It's not that I'm not interested… I just, I don’t know. I guess I’m nervous.”

“I get it, I do. I don’t mean to pressure you or make you feel bad. It's just the way you’ve been talking about him… guess I'm just surprised you haven’t,” Ashley adds.

I don’t understand my own hesitation. I really like Greyson. He’s kind, attentive, and so fricken’ hot. Not to mention his bossy side. Gah… I love it. When he’s all assertive and takes control of the situation, I swear little hearts shoot from my eyes.

“I don’t know what I’m doing with him. I know he’s experienced, and I don’t want to embarrass myself,” I tell her, knowing damn well it’s also because I'm self-conscious as hell about my body. I’ve seen his Instagram. I know the kind of girls he hangs out with; here’s a hint, they certainly don’t look like me.

“Tig, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are absolutely stunning inside and out. Do you not recall the way guys were drooling over you at that party?” she reassures me.

“Ugh… I know, and he’s never once made me feel bad aboumad looks. In fact, I think he’s quite obsessed with my curves, if I'm being honest.” I laugh, recalling how his hands rarely leave my round hips when we’re together.

He hasn’t even seen me with all my clothes off yet. The most skin he’s seen is me in my bathing suit. But his hands have certainly had their fair share, he’s touched every part of me with those skilled fingers of his. He lets me take the lead when we’re together and I'm thankful he hasn’t pressured me for more.

“Girl, he’d be a fool to think otherwise. You know if I ever switch teams, you’re my first conquest,” Ashley teases.

“Who are you kidding? You’re not switching teams anytime soon. Especially not after the way Trent gushes over you since you guys started messaging back and forth. How is that going by the way?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I mentioned how much I appreciate what you did. Friending Trent on Instagram has definitely been entertaining, to say the least. We chat basically every day, but you know…” Her words trail off at the end.

“Ugh, I know, babe. All you can do is make the most of it while you can. I knew you were going to be a stubborn ass, so I took the first step for you… and you're welcome,” I say, hoping she’ll see that she can't put her whole life on hold.

“Shit, I have to get ready for work. I love you Tig! And remember to touch his peen and report back to me. Don’t be afraid, maybe hop on the Hub and watch a few videos for inspiration. You know what… scratch that, you read enough smut. I'm sure you have an idea of what you need to do.”

“Haha, love you too, Bitty. I’ll keep you posted.” I giggle as we hang up our call.

I finish getting myself ready by throwing my unruly hair into a high ponytail. I check myself out in a mirror to make sure I’m comfortable with the way everything fits. I have on a cute high-waisted pair of bike shorts and matching sports bra with an oversized t-shirt over it.

Greyson mentioned we’re going to “work up a sweat” today when we talked earlier. Makes me a bit intrigued that he didn't clarify in what way, but I figured this outfit is cute enough.

Greyson:I’ll be there in 10. Bring your sexy ass and a bikini. We’re going swimming afterwards.

Bikini…Ha!

Me:Okay, I'm ready. Should I bring some snacks and drinks?

Greyson:Lottie, you are the snack… but bring whatever you like. Have any more of those delicious cookies you made? I’d love some of those if you have ‘em.

Me:I’ll pack us some goodies. See you soon.

I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face as I head to my closet to pack a bag. I wonder what he has planned for us.

I lace up my sneakers and gather my stuff to head out. Greyson should be here any moment. I’m practically skipping out the door when Ethel enters through the main entrance.

“Where are you going and dressed like this, no less?”are the first words out of her mouth.

“Hi to you too Ethel… Greyson is picking me up in a minute.”

“Will you be gone all day?” she questions. Where is this coming from? I don’t think she’s ever shown an interest in my whereabouts.

“Uh, I think so. I probably won’t be home for dinner, if that’s what you're asking.”

“Oh, don’t be silly dear, I have plans for dinner. Then I will be gone the rest of the weekend. I just wanted to see if this Greyson boy is doing right by you.”

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