"Why did you leave?" I blurt out. "Why did you go? You said you were in love with me. And then you – and then you vanished off the face of the earth, and I didn’t hear a damn word from you. Do you know how that made me feel? After I – after we..."
My mind is rushing through all the memories that we made together, so fast I can hardly get a handle on them. But, as we stand here in this hall again, I am reminded of the last night that we spent together – the night that we had our prom, when we were crowned king and queen, and everything felt like it was starting to come together.
He had pushed me against these lockers to kiss me before we reached his car, and I had gripped onto his suit jacket and pulled him close to me. I knew what we were both waiting for, what we had been waiting for this entire night. We had agreed on it months ago, to save ourselves for after prom, for this moment. I smiled into the kiss, feeling the excitement stirring inside of me. Knowing that I couldn't wait any longer. This night was going to be the first of the rest of our lives, and I wanted to remember every moment of it.
We had snuck out of the dance a few songs early to go to his car, and he opened the door for me, sliding his hand over the soft peony-blue of my dress as he did so.
"You look so gorgeous in this," he murmured as he joined me, leaning over to kiss me again. I touched the corsage on his lapel.
"So do you," I replied, biting my lip. I could see his eyes shining with excitement as he looked at me, ready to take me, ready to do this at last.
He drove us out to Lover’s Point just outside of Sweetheart, a spot that overlooked the glimmering lights of the town below. He took my hand, brought it to his lips, planted a kiss on my knuckles.
"You ready to do this?" he asked me. And I knew that if, in that moment, I had told him that I wasn’t ready, that I wanted to wait, he would have accepted it. He never would have pushed me, never have made me do anything I didn’t want to. But instead, I leaned over and kissed him again.
"I’m ready," I murmured.
He guided me into the back seat of the car, where he had laid out these soft, warm blankets for us, and he gently laid me down and moved on top of me. It was amazing to me, how such a strong, powerful man could be so gentle when he needed to be.
His hands moved over my body like he was worshipping it, slowly easing the dress off my shoulders, covering every inch of skin that he revealed with kisses. I watched him as he went, trying to really wrap my head around the fact that he was mine – that he had waited for me and that now the two of us were finally doing this.
I pushed off his jacket and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt; he brushed my hands away and undid them himself, kissing me softly as he did so. His hand traced down my body, pushing up the skirt of my dress, cupping his hand between my legs.
"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this," he moaned softly into my ear. His words stirred something in me, something urgent, something that I had been trying to ignore for far too long. I turned my head to kiss him again, and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him down on top of me so that I could feel his hardness through his pants.
But this time, we weren’t going to stop. We weren’t going to hold back. We were going to do this. And, as he quickly sheathed himself with a condom, I listened to the pitter-patter of rain on the window outside and smiled. This was perfect. Totally and utterly perfect.
He eased my knees apart, and kissed my inner thighs. “I need to touch you, first, Bailey. I don’t want to hurt you.”
We had fooled around, but not like this. Not with my body so bare, his fingers so close to my core. He began to finger me, whispering how much he loved me as he did.
“Oh, God, Bax… oh…”
He smiled down at me. “You like that, Bai?”
My throat was dry and I bit down on my bottom lip, nodding. “I like it so much.”
“Good, I need to open you up some more, you understand?”
I nodded, my breasts bouncing as he began to finger me more deeply, more fully. Until I was rocking hard against his hand, his mouth lowering, tasting how wet I was. Wet for him.