Although I tried to stop them, Holly and Saint broke every rule. His parents had agreed to let me stay with them. My father didn’t fight them. Perhaps he’d given up with all my hiding and running away when he came to visit.
Holly invited Nikolas and several people over. They ordered pizza while even more showed up. After a few drinks of whiskey from their father’s hidden bottle in his office, Saint and I snuck off to his bedroom.
I grinned, remembering how nervous I was about the party. In the end, we cleaned up before their parents returned.
On the bed, Saint whispered to Young Me, “Are you sure?”
Lust filled those young eyes. Still, she nodded at him. “Please.”
“Tell me when to stop. It might hurt.”
“You’re so. . .big.”
A dark moan left him.
Right when he was about to enter, she placed her hands on his chest. “Have. . .”
“What?”
“Have you done this before?”
“I wish. Then, I would know exactly what I was doing. You deserve it, but. . .”
She widened her eyes. “You’re a virgin too?”
“Ivy, I’m always with you. Who else would I have sex with?”
“Lisa Henderson is always around you—”
“Lisa Henderson isn’t you. I ignore her. Besides, I don’t want to talk about that.” He lowered and kissed her.
She moaned with pleasure.
Heat spread across my skin as if I were right in that bed.
Saint lifted his head. “I love you, Ivy.”
Terror covered her face. And then it was like snow filled the room. They both went cold.
“Did I say something wrong?” Saint moved away. “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t plan to love anyone.” She sat up and raised the sheet over her bare breasts. “But. . .we can still—”
“What?”
“I’ll always love you like a brother.”
“I’m not your fucking brother, Ivy.”
“I know, but. . .you know what I mean.”
I covered my face, hating to have to relive this moment. “Damn. I was messing up from the very beginning.”
The glowing man nudged me.
I looked at him. “We have to go?”
He nodded.
On the bed, Saint and Young Me stared at each other in awkward silence. The Christmas lighting flickered along their bodies.
There would be no sex that evening.
“I wish I could say it gets easier, guys.” I backed away, knowing they couldn’t hear me. “It doesn’t. You two are a hot mess.”
I left them and followed the ghost. “Now where are we going?”
“The lesson is almost done.”
“Thank God.”
“Ivy, please. Be careful with your words.”
“Sorry.”
The next room was my college dorm at the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York. It was empty. Seconds later, the door opened.
“Oh, God.” I shook my head. “Not this night.”
College Me stumbled into my dorm kissing some guy. I think I’d called him Yellow. I recognized it as my Senior year in college. Somehow, I was still a virgin, although I kissed and made out with many. Once Saint refused to take my virginity long ago, I avoided him for a while which was impossible. He always remained in my life. There was no way I could start a relationship with another boy in high school. Everyone knew Saint liked me. Being that he was a giant compared to the other boys, nobody dared to approach me.
Mr. Madison made sure I saved the money that my grandmother left me. He’d even added some which made me cry. That being said, my education would be all on me. No one else would be there to help. When I went to college, I shifted my focus to books. The savings and financial aid helped me take care of freshman tuition. In the second year, I earned a scholarship and spent the rest of the years maintaining my G.P.A to keep those scholarships.
I still had not talked to my father.
“You’re so hot,” Yellow growled and squeezed my breasts. “I’m going to rub my dick all over you, baby. I’m going to rub my balls on you too.”
“Okay.” College Me stepped back and pulled off my shirt. “Less talk and more kissing, yellow.”
“Who’s yellow?”
“That’s my cute little nickname for you.”
“Love it. I’ll be your yellow, sexy.” He didn’t remove his shirt. Instead, he took off his jogging pants and underwear. His hard cock bobbled against the shirt. While he wasn’t Saint’s size, I remember thinking that he would do.
“Girl.” I shook my head at College Me. “You have no idea what’s going to happen. This is a train wreck.”
A knock came.
College Me looked at the door. “Shit. Hide in the closet. It might be Sharon. She’s on duty for this floor. I’ll get rid of her.”
“Okay. And then I’m going to rub my dick and balls all over—”
“Yeah. Yeah. Just get in the closet.”
College Me hurried over to the door and opened it. “Hey, Sharon. I’m just—”
“Merry Christmas!” Holly yelled.
The shock on my younger self was priceless. “Oh shit.”
Holly stepped through the door, holding a big Christmas wreath. Nikolas was by her side. Saint walked in after them.