Page 121 of Reaching Avery
“Better?”
He smiled. “I didn’t say you had to clean it, weirdo. But yeah. Much better.”
“You can sit if you want,” I said, nodding to the bed. Noticing it wasn’t made, I went over and grabbed the blanket, drawing it up to cover the sheet.
It wasn’t perfect, but it’d have to do for now.
After hesitating for a second, he sat on the edge of the mattress. I handed him a Coke before popping open mine and taking a drink. Unsure if he’d be comfortable with me sitting beside him on the bed, I pulled out my computer chair instead and plopped down. My movement jiggled the mouse on my laptop—that I always forgot to turn off—and the screen flickered to life.
“What’s that?” he asked, leaning forward to look at the screen.
Yikes. I’d been playingSims 4again… the one where I’d created me and Avery.
“Um, nothing.”
“Liar.” Leaving his drink untouched, he stood and approached my desk. “Whoa. Is that supposed to be me?”
The game was paused and on the screen, it showed his character in just a pair of boxers, smiling at my character with an image of pizza above his head. Yeah, the Sims were weird like that.
“Fine!” I exclaimed with a laugh. My face burned, and I knew it was red with my embarrassment. “You caught me. I created us and made this big life together. You’re a painter because they didn’t have an architect one, and I’m a scientist. We’re married and thinking of adopting a kid.”
Avery’s lips twitched as he examined the screen. “I’m kinda speechless, big guy.”
“Ugh. Kill me now,” I groaned and put my hands over my face. “You weren’t supposed to ever see this.”
“I like it,” he said, taking hold of my wrists and lowering my hands. He moved his face closer and lightly brushed his mouth on mine. “Can we play?”
The blood had left my face and rushed down south. I wasn’t thinking with the right head, so at first, I took his words the wrong way. Naturally.
I enfolded him in my arms and brought him closer, so close that he had no choice but to fall in my lap. My lips found his, and he moaned into my mouth. The sound encouraged me on further. I flicked my tongue against his, reveling in the taste of him. He tasted sweet, and I wanted more.
He sucked in a breath at my action and moved his hips forward. And the barely audible sighs leaving him took things to a whole new level.
God. I’d never been so turned on.
My hand was at his lower back, and I slipped it under his shirt, caressing his warm skin. He shivered against me.
“Wait,” he said, breaking the kiss and hopping off my lap. “We can’t.”
“Why?” I asked, trying to clear my muddled brain. I ached in a certain area and wasn’t thinking clearly. “Is it because you’re a virgin? It’s okay to be nervous.”
Avery’s eyes darkened a little. “No. I mean, Iama virgin, but that’s not the reason.”
“Whatisthe reason?” I asked before taking a deep breath and releasing it. “I don’t want to do it until you’re ready, but damn, this back and forth stuff is confusing.”
“You really want to know?” he asked, giving me a hardened stare.
Before I answered, he started unbuttoning his pants. He unzipped them and was about to slide them down.
“Babe, what are you doing?” I tried to grab his hands, but he stepped out of my reach.
“No,” he said in a shaky voice. His eyes were filled with tears. “You want to know so I’m showing you.” The tears he visibly tried to hold back started falling. “Please don’t say anything. Just let me do this.”
“Okay,” I said, sitting back in the chair.
Admittedly, I had no idea what he was going to show me. The thought that maybe he was transgender went through my head. Even if he was, I wouldn’t care. I loved him, no matter what was beneath his clothes. The thought left just as quickly as it’d come, but it made me realize how much I truly loved him.
Nothing he showed me would change that fact.
