Him by Carey Heywood (best book reader TXT) 📗

body has changed since we were kids. He stills when my hands move to the waistband of his boxers. I know what he's thinking. I had said no sex, but last night changed something in me. If Will will have me, I know I will find any way to be in his life again.

"I want you inside me," I plead.

"I don’t have any condoms."

"I have an implant."

"Do what?" He pulls back, looking at me.

"It's birth control implanted in my arm." I raise my arm and point to where it’s inserted.

"Why?"

"Don't laugh."

He gives me a look.

"Okay. So Sawyer, my best friend, is very much a free spirit. She could never remember to take the pill and had a couple of pregnancy scares. She needed a more long term solution but was too scared to do it by herself, so being a good friend and not wanting to ever have to read another pregnancy exam to her ever, I agreed to get one with her so she wouldn’t be alone."

His finger traces the edge of the implant, his eyes intense. "So what you're saying," his hand moving between my thighs, "is we can be very spontaneous?"

I nod, my breath catching. His lips crush mine as I tangle my fingers in his hair. Will lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, and carries me back to the bedroom. He lays me onto the bed, covering me, grinding his hips against mine. I moan, and he's gone. My eyes flutter open, and I watch as he takes off his boxers.

"Are you sure?" he asks as he lies back down with me.

I nod, my hands reaching for him.

His lips are on my neck. "I want to hear you say it."

I groan and lift his chin until his eyes meet mine. "Yes, I'm sure."

His lips cut off anything else I’m about to say, and he slowly eases into me. His lips never stray far from mine as our bodies move together. If there was ever a doubt in my mind, it is gone now. I’m made for him, and he’s made for me. There will never be anything else for either of us.

Now spent, we cling to each other. Will can't stop kissing me and trails his lips over the side of my face, lifting his head to look at me when I smile.

I giggle. "Will, we just did it."

He grins. "God, I love you."

My face falls as I bury my face in his chest.

His finger under my chin, he lifts my face to his. "Sarah, what's wrong?"

I pull my lips into my mouth and bite them, my eyes watering. I shake my head.

"Please tell me," he pleads, his eyes wide.

I sniffle and close my eyes, trying not to cry. "I'm so sorry I left. I'm so sorry I did that to you. Please believe me."

He puts his hands on either side of my face and gently kisses me. "Don't cry." Another kiss. "Please don't cry." Another kiss. "Please look at me." Another kiss. "We were so young." Another kiss. My eyes open to look into his wet ones. "You didn’t know." Another kiss. "We can't change the past." Another kiss. "We're together now." Another kiss. "I just want to make you happy."

Tears stream down the sides of my face. Will looks panicked, and I pull his lips to mine. "I love you so much." Another kiss. "You make me happier than I have ever been." Another kiss.

"Why are you crying?"

"I don’t know. I feel like an emotional wreck. Are you sure you want all of this?"

He brushes a tear from my cheek. "There is nothing I have ever wanted more."

We kiss and hold each other until our empty stomachs protest. Wearing Will's undershirt, I blush when I see the kitchen island. As Will starts the coffee maker, I discretely wipe down the island top. I see him watching me out of the corner of his eye, and I walk up behind him to lean on him. He's wearing his boxers. My arms wrap around his waist, and he puts his arms over them, holding me in an embrace. I rest my cheek on his shoulder blade and listen to his heart beat. He lifts one hand from mine and opens the cabinet above the coffee maker.

"Frosted Mini Wheats or Lucky Charms?"

"Are you sure they have milk?" I ask, hopeful.

He turns, and I move with him so he can open the fridge. He hums as he reads the expiration date.

"Just enough for two bowls and not expired."

I kiss his back before reaching around him to grab the Lucky Charms. He turns to face me and grins as I now hug the cereal box.

"Gonna share?"

I give the box a shake to try and gauge how full it is before nodding. Will leans down to kiss me before getting a couple of bowls down from another cabinet. Each with our bowl in hand, we walk into the living room and eat curled up on the sofa. Will flips the TV on to a local station. Just like old times, Will is finished before me, his bowl sitting empty by his feet. His hand is on my leg, and I have to remind myself to eat. It's hard though, knowing that he's watching me. Finally, he turns his attention towards the TV after I give him a look. His hand still on my leg proves to be too much of a distraction for me. I set my half eaten cereal on the coffee table and look at him. He's tan and cut. I reach out and touch his stomach, smiling when he inhales sharply and looks at me.

"Do you workout?" I ask, curious.

He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me into his lap. "Like what you see?"

I roll my eyes at him and laugh. "Dork. It was just a question. You clearly know you look good."

He drops his lips to my neck. "I try and swim laps a few times a week and play basketball."

"No lacrosse?"

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