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Easton lowers over me as his cock settles between my legs. I can barely stand it. It’s right there and I want it so bad. After what seems like forever, he finally pushes inside me, but just barely.

“More,” I say, my chest rising and falling with each breath.

He pushes all the way in, stretching and filling me. I’m just now realizing why people like sex. I never really liked it before, but that’s because it never felt like this. It never felt this good.

Easton slowly pulls out, then sinks deep inside me. He does it again and keeps going, those slow, deep thrusts making me feel sensations I’ve ever felt during sex. Honestly, I’ve never felt much at all when I’ve done this with other guys. It’s over before I can. But now—with Easton—it’s like I’m having sex for the first time.

He starts going faster. I hold onto him as the pressure builds. It’s so good, like sparks and fireworks are going off inside me, lighting me up in a way I didn’t think was possible. My body is soaring, flying higher and higher as he moves in and out of me. My hips rise and fall with his movements, perfectly in sync.

“Oh God!” I yell as waves of pleasure pulse through me. I’m gripping the sheets, struggling to breathe, when I feel Easton pause inside me, his lips by my ear.

“I love you,” he whispers.

I love him too, but I wish I didn’t. This is all too good. Too good to be real. I don’t trust it’ll last.

Easton starts moving again. God, it feels good. The feel of him inside me. The weight of his body over mine. The feel of our skin touching.

He reaches under me and grabs my ass as he pumps into me, harder and faster, making my entire bed move and the mattress squeak. If Ted were home, he’d be yelling at us to quiet down.

“Fuck,” Easton says as he comes. His body relaxes, and he pulls out of me and lays beside me.

I look over at him. “I like dating you.”

He laughs. “I like dating you too. A lot.”

I turn on my side to face him. “What time do you have to leave?”

“I need to be home by midnight.”

“Could we date again tomorrow?” I say, smiling.

He doesn’t smile back, his expression serious as he looks at me. “Dating isn’t code for sex. It’s part of it, but not all of it. I want to spend time with you, get to know you.”

“You already know me.”

“There’s still a lot I don’t know. We’re not the same people we were as kids. I want to knowthisNova, the person you are now.”

I rest my hand on his chest and kiss him. “You’re different now too, but also kind of the same.”

“How am I the same?”

“You’re still really nice to me. You still make me feel like you care.”

“Because I do.” He runs his hand down my arm as he looks in my eyes. “I wish you’d had someone better in your life than Ted. Someone who would’ve told you how amazing you are and made you believe it.”

“You can be really sappy sometimes,” I say, laughing as I lay on my back. When he says stuff like that, it makes me uncomfortable and I want to change topics. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

We make some food and eat in front of the TV. When he leaves, I already miss him, and as much as I hate to admit it… I love him.

My heart will be destroyed when this is over, but it’s worth it for this short time I get with Easton. I’ve never felt loved like this, and probably never will again. I wish we could be together forever, but I know that’s not possible, so I’m just going to accept this for what it is and be happy for however long I have with him.

26

Easton

When I get home justbefore midnight, my parents are waiting for me in the living room. They both get up as I walk in.

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