Page 45 of If You Say So

I drop to my knees and sit in front of him, pulling his hands from his face. I place a finger under his chin and give him a nudge so we can make eye contact.

“What’s going on? Talk to me.”

“I’m scared.”

“Scared? Why?”

“To be alone with you. I’m scared what happened the other night is going to happen again.”

“And was that so bad?”

“It was…hard.”

“Yeah I saw.”

He barks out a laugh. “Not that, you pervert.”

“I know, but it got you to laugh, right?”

“Yeah. You were always good at that though.”

I drop my hand to his thigh and give it a squeeze. “So, you ready to go?”

He stares down at me, and I can see in his eyes that he’s still unsure.

“Hey, I’m not here to force you to do anything. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

He nods, his eyes brimming with tears. “I know, and I appreciate that.”

“Do you want to just stay here? Because we can do that. Might make you feel safer.”

“Where were you going to take me?”

I dart my eyes away. “The tree house.”

“No you were not. That’s private property now.”

“We were going to trespass.”

The land the old tree house is on was sold after his parents’ divorce, which means the last time we were up there was when we shared our first kiss.

And with the way he’s looking at me, he’s connected those dots.

“I… Let’s go.”

“Are you sure?”

He shoots up, his cock now mere inches from my face.

I can’t help it; I reach out for him. My hands land on his hips, and I hear him inhale a sharp breath.

He doesn’t move, and I take that as an invitation.

Dragging my hands around the band of his jeans, I stop at the button and glance up at him, checking to make sure this is okay.

He’s busy staring at the ceiling, his lip trapped between his teeth.

Oh, yeah. He’s good with it.

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