“It’s only been you.”
I wasn’t sure what I expected from him. Would he laugh? Be surprised? Not surprised? Maybe I wasn’t good at sex? Maybe he could tell.
“Not possible.”
“What? Yes, it is! It’s not like I’ve had many dates—someone made sure of that.” I raised an eyebrow, and he looked away, ashamed.
“There’s no way you’ve only had sex twice. You’re…” His voice was hoarse. “You’re…your body…”
Where was he going with this? I suddenly got nervous. “Did I not do it right?”
He barked out a loud laugh, and I smiled instantly. “I fucking love you, Piper.” His laughter quickly faded, and his face was nothing less than mortified. “I mean…I…”
I was holding back my own laugh as I pulled up again and crawled over his legs. The playfulness in his eyes disappeared, and he froze. His jaw was taut with tension. I could tell he was smashing his teeth together and his muscles ticked. My hands found the curve of his cheekbones. “Relax, I know you didn’t really mean that you loved me like that.” A sly grin curved on my face as I dipped my mouth to his. My lips hovered over his. “Not yet, anyway.”
I expected him to laugh and say something jokingly back to me. But instead, his palms grabbed my waist, and he pulled me closer. A breathy sound came from me when he rubbed me over his hardness. Then, his lips were on mine. They moved slowly, but the kiss was deep. His fingers dug into my skin as mine found his hair.
I moaned as he moved me up and down over his sweatpants. He pulled away for a second. “You and I…we’re going to do this whole thing right after next weekend.”
“What thing?” Our lips were almost touching.
“You and me. In a relationship. Dates. Holding hands at school. Prom. You and me...you got that?”
His voice was soft but rough in all the right places. I swore I could feel his words gracing my skin.
“I got it.”
Then, our lips were back on one another, ceasing the conversation.
The distant sound of vibrating woke me from a slumber. My body ached as I shifted my legs on top of Ollie’s and peeled my eyes open. I instantly shut them again as the lamp on his desk almost blinded me. I felt Ollie move, too, and when I was finally able to peek out from under my eyelids, I saw him reading his phone with squinty eyes. He looked sleepy, and it made me smile.
What time was it?
I no longer heard the music thumping from downstairs, and it sounded quieter. But that didn’t mean much when it came to an English Prep party. I was certain people were still here.
“Oh, fuck.” Ollie snapped up, and I fell backwards onto the pillow.
“What?” I slowly eased up and rubbed my eyes before looking at his text. It was a group text between him, Christian, and their dad.
Dad: Nothing better be broken, and you boys better have that house spotless for Ms. Porter on Monday.
Ollie mumbled, “How the fuck does he know we had a party?”
Another text came in from Christian.
Christian: Have no idea what you’re talking about.
Dad: The hell you do. I just saw you go to your room with Hayley. And I assume Ollie is in his room with her friend.
I almost choked on my spit. “Um…does your dad have cameras?”
Ollie pulled back, offended. “There’s no fucking way. I’d know if there were cam—”
Another text.
Christian: Are you fucking spying on us?
His dad texted back immediately.