He dropped his head on my chest, and I started to feel like I couldn’t breathe.
What is happening? Why is he so upset?
Then, I looked down and to my right.
The condom. Oh no, Garrett forgot to put on the condom.
A part of me was overjoyed at the idea of possibly getting pregnant with Garrett’s baby. The other part of me panicked. My parents had been mad enough at me when I told them I was leaving college. My father had told me if I walked away from school, he would never speak to me again or help me if I chose to go back to school.
The moment I’d seen the hurt in Garrett’s eyes when he saw me with Philip, I’d known that I would never hurt him again. When I’d watched him drive away, I’d known I had to listen to my heart, and my heart had told me that I needed to be with Garrett.
I moved back some, so Garrett would look at me. “Garrett, please don’t do this. It’s okay. I promise, it’s okay.”
He shook his head. “No, Emma, that was so irresponsible of me. I promised David…I promised him that I would be careful. We just…oh my God, Emma. What if you get pregnant?”
I smiled. “Then, it would be a part of God’s plan. Garrett, I’m here to stay. I love you more than life itself, and I’m not going back to Austin. I want to be with you—forever.”
Garrett looked at me with a shocked expression on his face. “What do you mean, you’re not going back to Austin?”
I took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. I knew Garrett was about to be upset with me, but I didn’t care. “I saw the hurt in your eyes when you thought Philip and I were together. I vowed at that very moment that I would never be the reason you hurt like that again. I told my parents I was quitting school and coming back to Mason…coming back to be with the man I love.”
When I saw the tear slide down his face, everything in that one moment changed. We were meant to be together, and nothing would ever keep us apart.
“Can I ask you something?” Garrett asked as he pushed a piece of loose hair behind my ear.
Then, he ran his
finger up and down my arm, and it felt like a million little pricks were stinging me everywhere he touched.
“Always,” I whispered.
“How many condoms did you get out of my drawer?” he asked with a wink.
My mouth dropped opened, and I slapped his arm. “How did you know I got them from your room?”
Garrett shrugged his shoulders. “Lucky guess.”
I smiled and pulled him to me as I slowly began to lie back. I reached over and grabbed the condom. “I was looking for the quilt when I found them. I finally asked your mother where you might have put the quilt I’d made you, and she just smiled and said it was in your truck.”
Garrett’s face turned to panic. “Did she see you getting the condoms?”
“No! Of course not.”
I looked down when I felt Garrett’s hardness pushing against me. When I looked back up, he was ripping open the condom, and I watched as he rolled it over his thick, long shaft. I shivered with anticipation and opened myself to him. This time, Garrett wasn’t as gentle, and I was surprised by how much I liked it. He told me to roll over and get on my hands and knees. It was much deeper this way, and I came almost instantly. Being with Garrett like this would forever be my favorite thing.
I rolled over, and right before Garrett came, he whispered in my ear, “Happy New Year, Buttercup.” As he came, he then whispered my name and told me how much he loved me.
Garrett dropped to my side and tried to catch his breath as I wrapped myself up in the quilt. Tonight was warmer than normal, and I was ready to sleep under the stars with the man I would love forever.
Garrett held on to me, and his breathing began to slow and even out. I found myself being soothed by it. I had never felt so at peace in my life.
I fell asleep and dreamed of white dresses, puppies, babies…and Garrett making love to me against the tree and then the barn.
I felt Garrett moving his hand down my face, and I smiled. I was just about to say something when he covered my mouth. I snapped my eyes open and looked at him.
He put his finger up to his mouth and slowly shook his head. My eyes grew bigger.
Oh God, someone must be coming! My parents! Oh. My. God. My father. Garrett better run if he wants to live.