Page 32 of Sweet Boys Love Christmas
I press the warm cloth gently to her pussy, hating the way she flinches slightly. I should’ve been gentler, but I wanted to give her what she asked for.
“You’re hard again already?” Her tone is high-pitched, like the idea that I could still be turned on is preposterous.
“My dream girl is naked in my bed, and you think I’m not going to be permanently hard?”
She frowns, her body deflating. “I’m not your dream girl.”
I meet her gaze, licking my lips. “You are.”
“But I’m…”
“Perfect,” I finish for her. “To me, you’re perfect.”
I toss the cloth into my hamper and lie beside her, gathering her body close so we’re facing each other. She hooks her leg around me, and it’s a dangerous temptation, having her pussy this close to my dick again.
“I swear I didn’t come here for this.”
I play with a strand of her hair. Wrapping it around my finger. “I know.”
With a hand on my chest, she caresses my skin. “I still don’t… I don’t know if I’m ready for something serious. The whole boyfriend and girlfriend title thing. But I…”
My heart leaps with hope.
“Maybe we could try dating?” she suggests, her brows furrowed. “See where this thing goes?”
I nod eagerly, perhaps too eagerly, with the way her smile grows.
I’d call her my girlfriend now if she’d let me, but I can be patient. Tommy might be a douche, but she obviously had feelings for him for a long time.
I just hope she can have feelings for me, too.
“Yeah, B. Let’s do that.”
She kisses my cheek and snuggles into me.
I can’t say I’ve got the girl yet, but I’m one step closer.
NINE
BERTIE
9 WEEKS LATER
Bertie
9 weeks later
I burstinside my dorm with the plastic pharmacy bag crinkled in my grip. I chugged two bottles of water on the way back from the store, and my bladder is ready to burst.
Dumping the contents out of the bag onto the couch, I sort through the various boxes. I got all kinds of tests. Strip tests. Plus and minus. Pregnant or Not Pregnant.
It’s a bit excessive, but I wasn’t sure which would be best. I’ve never taken one before, and I shouldn’t have to now. Since the day I stopped by Luke’s to give him his gift and we ended up in bed, we haven’t had sex again. And even that day, we were careful. I always take my birth control, and he used a condom.
Though I wouldn’t have minded making it a regular thing, he’s been insistent that we take it slow and not make whatever is growing between us about sex.
Growing between us—like a child growing inside me.
Bile rises in my throat, which only makes my panic spiral more pronounced.
