Page 135 of The Friend Scheme
He grins. “Really?”
I nod. I guide him across the room, to the window. Behind us, the city stretches out. I hope these windows are darkened, so nobody can see him.
I push him against the wall and kiss him.
I’m just so grateful. For everything. It’s been so long since we’ve touched like this. Far too long. My body craves it. It ramps up quickly, becoming hard and fast. Just when it starts getting really good, he pulls back an inch. I growl, then lean forward to kiss him, but he pulls back again. The part of me that craves him claws at my chest.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“We only have two days here, we should make it count.” He tapsmy chest. “Which for me means doing whatever you’d like. We could do anything, as long as you’re happy.”
I roll my eyes. “Come on.”
Being here makes me feel bold.
“We could…,” I say.
He smiles. “You want to?”
I nod.
“Can I, then?” he asks.
“Go ahead.”
He pulls my shirt off and throws it away. He turns back and kisses me. I stop him, and he gets the idea and quickly unbuttons his shirt. As soon as it’s undone, we crash together. We spin. He kisses me so hard my entire back touches the cold glass.
I move away, and we shuffle toward the bed, still kissing. We reach the edge of the bed and kick off our shoes. I take my socks off as quickly as possible and toss them away.
He does the same, then slowly takes off his shirt.
So here we are.
Both shirtless, our chests heaving.
He moves toward me.
“Hey, you,” he says.
“Hi.”
We kiss. As we do, his hands go down, his knuckles brushing my stomach, and he undoes my belt.
Or, he tries to. It gets stuck, bunched up in one of the loops.
I laugh and press myself against him. He’s really warm.
“Oh man,” he says, then he rests his forehead against my shoulder. “Did I just ruin this?”
“It’s just a dumb belt.”
I stand still as he figures it out, and he pulls off my belt. Then he kisses me, all while his hands are busy with my pants. He gets them undone, then yanks down, exposing the top half of my underwear.
He pauses.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yeah. Are you good?”
