Page 84 of The Sun
I grabbed the condoms and chucked them at him. “Buy your turkey chokers and shut up.”
Judah unloaded his crap onto the conveyer belt, grumbling beneath his breath.
“And make sure you don’t come back until ten tonight. She’s coming over, and we’re watching movies, so I need the living room.”
With a laugh, Judah shook his box of latex. “Don’t worry. I’ll be busy.Notwatching movies.”
Later that night,I sat in my floor with VHS tapes scattered around me. “Lost Boys, The Never Ending Story,orThe Goonies?”
“You really expect me to pick between those?” Sunny flopped down on the couch with a bowl of ice cream.
“Hard. I know.” I picked upLost Boysand noticed the reel of tape was all on theright. “This one hasn’t been rewound. Atlas!” He was the laziest asshole on earth. “So, I feel that should takeLost Boysout of the pick.”
“Yeah. I don’t wanna wait five minutes for it to rewind.” Sunny slipped a whipped cream-covered spoon into her mouth. “The Goonies?”
I shoved the cassette into the VCR and pressed play. When the previews started, I settled on the end of the couch, and Sunny automatically reclined against my me, clutching the bowl of ice cream to her chest.
Most teenagers wouldn’t keep their clothes on for five minutes in a dark room without adult supervision. But Sunny and I weren’t most teenagers. There was something deeper between us than sex and hormones—not to say I didn’t think about undressing her all the time. The desire was there, but so was the need to simply be with her.
“This is my favorite,” she said, staring at the TV while she lifted a spoonful of ice cream over her head and into my mouth.
An unexpected mixture of chocolate and cream and caramel-toffee-something exploded on my tongue. “Holy shit.” I swallowed that insane goodness down. “What is that?”
“My special recipe.” She took a bite herself. “And don’t even ask. I’m not at liberty to divulge the ingredients.”
Moments like that were what got me with Sunny. Just lying on the couch and eating ice cream. Moments that weren’t monumental but meaningful—that’s what brought me to my knees with her.
“It’s damn good. No wonder it’s your favorite,” I said.
“Not the ice cream, weirdo. This.” She sat up and faced me, pressing her chilled lips to mine. “Being here with you.”
“Good, because I’m planning for you to be stuck with me for a long time. Think of it as a life sentence, if you will.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
We made it halfway through the movie before we stopped paying attention to anything but each other. After all, we’d seenThe Gooniesa million times.
We kissed, and I would have stopped at that, but her mouth eventually found its way to my neck and ear, and that tightened the sexual tension. First, my shirt went, and then her sweater. My jeans followed by hers. Between kisses, there were touches. Hesitant hands slipping places they had never been. Whispered pleas ofmore. Again. Oh, God.
We were a train without brakes, barreling down tracks and picking up steam with every stoke of the fire.
Hands turned into mouths exploring the salty taste of skin, creeping lower and lower.
By the time the credits rolled across the screen, Sunny was on my fingers, and I was in her mouth, with my eyes closed and my teeth working my lip. My hips bucked. Her mouth was soft and warm, and more than I could take.
I was right there when the alarm on her watch went off, and she shot up, wiping her mouth.
“Shit.” She glanced at the time, and I fought the tightening sensation in my groin. “Shit,” she said again. “I’ve gotta. . .” She snatched her sweater from the floor and pulled it over her head, the static causing her hair to stick up. “I’m gonna be late. My dad’ll kill me.” Before I could sit up, she had shimmied her jeans over her hips and was fighting to cram her feet in her shoes. “I’ll see you at school Monday.” She reached for the door.
“Two more minutes.” I swallowed. “Fucking please.”
She hurried across the room and gave me one, quick, sloppy kiss. “I can’t.”
Groaning, I tossed my head back on the couch.
“I love you.” The door opened.
“I love you, too.”
