rules. Besides, I don’t like the word fling , it sounds ridiculous.” True story. I find it weird, right up there with affair and rendezvous. I prefer the more colloquial terms of my people, fuck buddies, friends with benefits, booty call. And believe you me I can’t wait to dial into Ace’s rock hard booty. Well, mostly I want to dial into his heart. I’m hoping he wants that, too.
“All right.” He dots my lips with a kiss and pulls away with a smoldering look in his eye. “Let’s start with what we’re going to call it.” He shakes his head just barely. “Say something nice.”
“I take it fuck buddies is off the short-list?”
He pushes out a quiet laugh. “Never want to hear you say it.” He pulls a kiss off my neck, and a groan escapes my throat. “This is going to be special,” he whispers.
“Okay, let’s go with that. You’re my someone special.” I press my lips together tight because I mean every damn word. “I want you to take me places that only you know how. I trust you, Ace. I trust you with every part of me.” And certain parts of me are dying to show him just how much they trust him more than others. I clench my legs for a moment because, honest to God, I half expect a mutiny. My lower half is aching to pole vault onto something long and hard, and it damn well knows Ace is housing the hardware in his Levis. I’m not sure why I’m so worked up. I’m usually a lot more reserved, but I’ve waited all year, and now the prospect of being with Ace is dangling in front of me like a carrot. I’m not going to lie, I want it. I want him in the worst way.
“What’s your goal?” His eyes bear down over mine and my soul liquefies as it boils from the heat.
“My goal?” To be his someday, but I leave that off the table for now. I glide my hand over his bare chest and hold my breath, far longer than meaning to.
“What do you want from me, Reese?” He looks resigned to the fact he’s going to give in no matter what my demands might be. He simply wants an outline of things to come—a syllabus, a checklist so he’ll know when he’s through.
My mood sinks like lead at the thought that’s all this might be to him, just someone helping out a friend.
“When I go back in the fall, I don’t want to feel like an outcast.” That’s not entirely true. The truth is, I’ve thought of Ace every damn day we were apart, and I couldn’t bear not being near him. We’re not close enough to talk every day. Once in a while I’d send him a text, but I can count on one hand how many times that happened, and most of those were holidays. There was that one time I visited Kennedy’s sorority and got ripped. I was all hot and bothered and tried to take a braless selfie and send it to him, but thankfully I dropped my phone into the toilet while I was trying to dislodge myself from my bra. Thank God for small porcelain mercies. Anyway, I have no clue how to tell him that I want more of him in my life. That I want him saturating my days and nights in ways that other people could never do. That I’ve seriously considered dropping out of Yeats just to sit on this mountain with him, not that I would really drop out, but still, if he wanted me to I’d drive home every weekend just to have him hold me.
“Reese Westfield an outcast?” His chest bumps with a quiet laugh. “Not likely.”
“Okay, then I want to have an amazing time all summer long and who better to join me in the endeavor than my best friend? Who better to share my body with?” I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to deflect the tears that threaten to spring to my eyes. I said the words I’ve wanted to say all night and now they’re out there, swimming around us, dangerous, like a bunch of hormonal piranhas.
His head ticks back a notch. “Am I your best friend?”
“When it comes to guys.” I give a circular nod as I nestle in his lap. “And, you happen to be my most gorgeous male friend, who also happens to be the
“All right.” He dots my lips with a kiss and pulls away with a smoldering look in his eye. “Let’s start with what we’re going to call it.” He shakes his head just barely. “Say something nice.”
“I take it fuck buddies is off the short-list?”
He pushes out a quiet laugh. “Never want to hear you say it.” He pulls a kiss off my neck, and a groan escapes my throat. “This is going to be special,” he whispers.
“Okay, let’s go with that. You’re my someone special.” I press my lips together tight because I mean every damn word. “I want you to take me places that only you know how. I trust you, Ace. I trust you with every part of me.” And certain parts of me are dying to show him just how much they trust him more than others. I clench my legs for a moment because, honest to God, I half expect a mutiny. My lower half is aching to pole vault onto something long and hard, and it damn well knows Ace is housing the hardware in his Levis. I’m not sure why I’m so worked up. I’m usually a lot more reserved, but I’ve waited all year, and now the prospect of being with Ace is dangling in front of me like a carrot. I’m not going to lie, I want it. I want him in the worst way.
“What’s your goal?” His eyes bear down over mine and my soul liquefies as it boils from the heat.
“My goal?” To be his someday, but I leave that off the table for now. I glide my hand over his bare chest and hold my breath, far longer than meaning to.
“What do you want from me, Reese?” He looks resigned to the fact he’s going to give in no matter what my demands might be. He simply wants an outline of things to come—a syllabus, a checklist so he’ll know when he’s through.
My mood sinks like lead at the thought that’s all this might be to him, just someone helping out a friend.
“When I go back in the fall, I don’t want to feel like an outcast.” That’s not entirely true. The truth is, I’ve thought of Ace every damn day we were apart, and I couldn’t bear not being near him. We’re not close enough to talk every day. Once in a while I’d send him a text, but I can count on one hand how many times that happened, and most of those were holidays. There was that one time I visited Kennedy’s sorority and got ripped. I was all hot and bothered and tried to take a braless selfie and send it to him, but thankfully I dropped my phone into the toilet while I was trying to dislodge myself from my bra. Thank God for small porcelain mercies. Anyway, I have no clue how to tell him that I want more of him in my life. That I want him saturating my days and nights in ways that other people could never do. That I’ve seriously considered dropping out of Yeats just to sit on this mountain with him, not that I would really drop out, but still, if he wanted me to I’d drive home every weekend just to have him hold me.
“Reese Westfield an outcast?” His chest bumps with a quiet laugh. “Not likely.”
“Okay, then I want to have an amazing time all summer long and who better to join me in the endeavor than my best friend? Who better to share my body with?” I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to deflect the tears that threaten to spring to my eyes. I said the words I’ve wanted to say all night and now they’re out there, swimming around us, dangerous, like a bunch of hormonal piranhas.
His head ticks back a notch. “Am I your best friend?”
“When it comes to guys.” I give a circular nod as I nestle in his lap. “And, you happen to be my most gorgeous male friend, who also happens to be the
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