yet.
“What are you doing here? And how did you get in?”
He grinned, stretching out his legs. “I used my key.”
I walked into the room. “You have a key to my parents’ house?”
“Yeah, you gave it to me when I came by to feed Pretzel when you went on vacation.”
“You still have the key we gave you junior year when you came to feed the cat?”
“You never took it back. You knew that. I used it a few times senior year when your parents went away.”
I definitely remembered those few times. Those were the only nights we ever spent together, and we did everything but sleep.
“So you just happened to have it with you tonight?”
“I guess I never took it off my keychain.” He shrugged. “But I wouldn’t talk. It looks like you kept everything.” He gestured to the pile in front of him.
“I was always sentimental.”
“We had fun together, didn’t we?” He held up a picture of us making goofy faces. It was from a photo booth at the local movie theater, and it was one of the many photos of us that used to stick out from behind my mirror.
“Yeah, we did. But you didn’t answer me. What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like? I’m looking through pictures.” He looked at me innocently.
“Come on, why are you in this house?”
“I thought I’d come by and surprise you and to make sure you weren’t swimming without me. Where were you anyhow?”
“Over at Kelly’s.” I specifically left out who was there. I had no idea whether Ben and Gavin knew each other.
“Have you two been catching up?”
“A little, it’s good to see her.”
“How about me?”
“What about you?” I asked hesitantly.
“Is it good to see me?” He pulled a pillow off my bed and lay down on the floor. Tired of standing, I sat down next to him.
“I guess.”
“You guess? You seemed really glad to see me last night.”
“You caught me by surprise.”
“Oh, was that all it was? So you don’t want it to happen again?” He sat up to lean on one elbow. “Are you sure about that?”
I nodded.
“I’m calling your bluff.” Without warning, he pushed me down, pinning my arms above my head as he hovered above me, his lips mere inches from mine. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you. I dare you.”
“I don’t want you to kiss me,” I said with far less enthusiasm than I intended. Kissing him was exactly what I wanted.
“Not even a little?”
“Nope.” I played along with the game we played in high school. We’d get into a fight, and Ben would always try to wriggle his way out of trouble by teasing me.
“Well, that’s too bad, because you don’t have a choice.” This was a new addition to the game. He always gave me a choice, and I always chose to take him back.
His lips met mine as he cradled my head with one hand. His other hand found my leg underneath my dress. As his tongue demanded entry, I opened up to him, reveling in the familiar taste and feel of kissing him. He tasted faintly like mint. I ran my hands down his back, slipping them under his t-shirt to feel the warmth of his skin.
I tugged at the shirt, wanting the barrier out of the way. He drew away from me long enough to pull it over his head and toss it. His hand moved to the top of my dress, trying to yank the fabric down. He grunted in frustration when it wouldn’t move.
“You have to unzip it.”
“Oh,” he breathed, his hand finding the tiny zipper and pulling it down with urgency. “No bra?” He smiled, running his hands over the sensitive skin of my breasts before continuing his assault on my dress, grumbling when it took a moment to pull it down over my hips. I loved the way his hands felt—and the excitement he stirred in me with just the smallest touch.
“The dress has one built in.” I looked up at him as he hovered above, running my hand down his chest, trying to get used to this older and more muscular version of the boy I grew up with.
His eyes raked over me, doing a similar
“What are you doing here? And how did you get in?”
He grinned, stretching out his legs. “I used my key.”
I walked into the room. “You have a key to my parents’ house?”
“Yeah, you gave it to me when I came by to feed Pretzel when you went on vacation.”
“You still have the key we gave you junior year when you came to feed the cat?”
“You never took it back. You knew that. I used it a few times senior year when your parents went away.”
I definitely remembered those few times. Those were the only nights we ever spent together, and we did everything but sleep.
“So you just happened to have it with you tonight?”
“I guess I never took it off my keychain.” He shrugged. “But I wouldn’t talk. It looks like you kept everything.” He gestured to the pile in front of him.
“I was always sentimental.”
“We had fun together, didn’t we?” He held up a picture of us making goofy faces. It was from a photo booth at the local movie theater, and it was one of the many photos of us that used to stick out from behind my mirror.
“Yeah, we did. But you didn’t answer me. What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like? I’m looking through pictures.” He looked at me innocently.
“Come on, why are you in this house?”
“I thought I’d come by and surprise you and to make sure you weren’t swimming without me. Where were you anyhow?”
“Over at Kelly’s.” I specifically left out who was there. I had no idea whether Ben and Gavin knew each other.
“Have you two been catching up?”
“A little, it’s good to see her.”
“How about me?”
“What about you?” I asked hesitantly.
“Is it good to see me?” He pulled a pillow off my bed and lay down on the floor. Tired of standing, I sat down next to him.
“I guess.”
“You guess? You seemed really glad to see me last night.”
“You caught me by surprise.”
“Oh, was that all it was? So you don’t want it to happen again?” He sat up to lean on one elbow. “Are you sure about that?”
I nodded.
“I’m calling your bluff.” Without warning, he pushed me down, pinning my arms above my head as he hovered above me, his lips mere inches from mine. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you. I dare you.”
“I don’t want you to kiss me,” I said with far less enthusiasm than I intended. Kissing him was exactly what I wanted.
“Not even a little?”
“Nope.” I played along with the game we played in high school. We’d get into a fight, and Ben would always try to wriggle his way out of trouble by teasing me.
“Well, that’s too bad, because you don’t have a choice.” This was a new addition to the game. He always gave me a choice, and I always chose to take him back.
His lips met mine as he cradled my head with one hand. His other hand found my leg underneath my dress. As his tongue demanded entry, I opened up to him, reveling in the familiar taste and feel of kissing him. He tasted faintly like mint. I ran my hands down his back, slipping them under his t-shirt to feel the warmth of his skin.
I tugged at the shirt, wanting the barrier out of the way. He drew away from me long enough to pull it over his head and toss it. His hand moved to the top of my dress, trying to yank the fabric down. He grunted in frustration when it wouldn’t move.
“You have to unzip it.”
“Oh,” he breathed, his hand finding the tiny zipper and pulling it down with urgency. “No bra?” He smiled, running his hands over the sensitive skin of my breasts before continuing his assault on my dress, grumbling when it took a moment to pull it down over my hips. I loved the way his hands felt—and the excitement he stirred in me with just the smallest touch.
“The dress has one built in.” I looked up at him as he hovered above, running my hand down his chest, trying to get used to this older and more muscular version of the boy I grew up with.
His eyes raked over me, doing a similar
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