Grace had said I was just horny and that Will and I needed to at least move on to a little bit more than kissing. She’d said we needed to cop feels here and there. Will was such a gentleman though, and he’d never once pushed me into doing anything I didn’t want to do. There had been so many times I’d wanted to tell him to touch me, to just ease the tingling between my legs, but I’d known that wasn’t what either one of us wanted…at least not yet.
I could hear Grace’s voice in my head.
My god, you’re eighteen. Stop piss-assing around about it, Alex. I swear, y’all have liked each other since, what…we were ten years old?
I was eighteen years old, and Will was seventeen. He would turn eighteen in August.
I had to smile though because Grace was all talk. She liked Michael Clark, but she was too damn afraid to even look at him.
“What are you smiling about, Lex?”
Will was the only one who called me Lex, and I liked it that way. It felt special, like it was something that was just between the two of us, something only we shared together, and we could do it in front of everyone. He had called me that since we were about ten years old.
“Us.”
He pulled away and looked at me. “Us? What about us?”
I felt my cheeks turning red, and I was almost positive Will could feel the heat coming from them.
“You’re blushing, Lex. Why, honey?”
I looked down and away, but he brought his finger up to my chin and forced me to look at him.
“Alex? What about us?”
“I’m tired of hiding. I want to tell our parents that we’ve been dating. I want to tell my dad that I’ve decided on A&M, and I want…I want…”
His smile was from ear to ear. “You want, what, sweetheart?”
Oh god. His voice alone sends me over the edge.
“I want more…” Damn it. I can’t bring myself to say it.
“More of what?” he said with that stupid smile of his.
When he tilted his head and gave me that dimple smile, I knew he was teasing me.
I took a deep breath and quickly let it out. “I want to make love.”
Will’s smile faded, and he took a step back.
Oh no. What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if my feelings for him are stronger than his feelings for me? Oh. My. God. What if that’s the reason he’s never pushed me into anything more?
I instantly felt like a fool. I pushed past him and started to walk away.
“Wait, Lex…please just wait a second.” He reached for my arm.
I felt tears burning my eyes as I looked everywhere but at him. “I’m…I’m sorry. I should have just kept my mouth shut. Obviously, you don’t feel the same way, so…”
I was cursing Grace inwardly for even planting this in my head, and I was already hatching a plan to bitch her out the next time I saw her.
Before I knew what was happening, Will was backing me up until I came to a stop against the wall of the barn. I looked up into his eyes. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. His hair was wavy and light brown.
I want to run my hand through his hair so bad.
He looked just like his father, and he was probably the sweetest guy I knew—besides Luke and Colt, who were both hopelessly romantic.
He ran the back of his fingers down my face and smiled. My cheek almost felt like it was burning where he’d touched me. He bent down like he was going to kiss me, but then he stopped just short of my lips. His eyes darted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes.