Once were in his bedroom, I begin to grow apprehensive. The way that one little wink makes me feel leaves me terrified about what itll feel like once hes inside me. When he shoulders past me to lead the way to his bedroom, he winks. He begins walking with me to his bedroom, but he quickly walks back into the kitchen and grabs the orange juice. He reaches across the bar to get the box of condoms. Miles wants me, and he wants me to know it, and I love that. Guys usually tend to hold back their sounds more than girls do. I love the way he groans when our bodies join together. The sound of our breaths being swallowed by each other. The sound of his lips when they close over mine. My favorite part about kissing Miles is the sound. Hes touching me everywhere, nowhere, not at all, all at once. I cant tell where hes touching me, because as soon as he touches me in one spot, his hands move to another. I think he hated my clipped response as much as I hated his, and now hes using his hands to get his own revenge. His mouth catches up pretty quickly, though. He doesnt kiss me back right away, because he doesnt know what to think about what just happened. I want to know everything, but for some reason, I pick this moment to get revenge on that one word he spoke to me. I dont like that hes comparing me to whoever else once made him feel this good. He pulls away to catch his breath and speak. I must enjoy tasting him, too, because Im pulling him to me, kissing him, doing my best to infiltrate him with nothing but Tate.

I must taste like orange juice, because hes certainly acting as though hes enjoying the taste. I shut the mind drawer and get out of my head and come back to him. I want to hide them in a mind drawer and label it Things to pull out and read when his stupid rule number two becomes a sad and lonely present.

I count the words in that last sentence, then search around in my head for a place to store those eight words forever. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. I hope you taste like orange juice again. His fingers leave mine and move to the sides of my head, and he holds me still.

Not sure how to take that, but Im not about to analyze his no when its followed up with a statement like that. Its only fair, considering my entire family knows how long its been for him. ∽o you want to know how long its been for me, since I know such an intimate detail about you? I ask him.

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