Page 62 of Lily, Unwritten
As soon as we were through the door to my bedroom, he lifted the soft jumper over my head. Our hands couldn’t leave each other alone, desperate for each piece of skin to be reunited with the other.
I kissed his neck again, my favourite place. That insanely sexy point where neck turned to shoulder, I could sink my teeth into that spot all day, breathe in his smell, taste the softness there…
“Lily…” Luke’s voice distracted me from my focus as he spoke. “You know last time when we didn’t use anything? Is that still a thing or…” The rest of the sentence was lost as I slid back to his mouth.
“That last time is burned into my mind. I know I’m fine, I had to have loads of tests for the egg donation. You?”
He tugged my jeans down as he responded. “I haven’t been with anyone since that night.”
I paused, moving to look him in the eyes. “Really?” I asked with genuine surprise.
He nodded, looking embarrassed. “I couldn’t stand to be with anyone but you, it sounds silly but?—”
Now it was my turn to stop him; I pressed my finger to his lips. “You don’t need to explain. I know what you mean. Knowing you were the last person who touched me was… everything. It’s not silly.”
He lay me down onto the bed, and I almost lost myself there and then. I couldn’t stop smiling. Luke was here and kissing me, and he loved me, and we were about to— “Bollocks!” I exclaimed.
He pulled back from me, alarmed. “What’s wrong? Please don’t let there be something wrong?”
“No, I just realised. It hasn’t mattered so I hadn’t thought about it, but I had to stop the pill to do the egg donation, and there wasn’t any reason to start it again.”
“That I can cope with,” he blew out a sigh of relief. “I thought it was going to be a secret boyfriend or weird trauma.”
I smiled as I kissed him again. How lucky was I that I got to kiss Luke again? I’d never get bored of it.
“Nothing like that. You know me, sworn off men.”
He stroked his finger down the side of my face as he looked down at me. “Except me, I hope?”
“Except you. I’m sorry about the sex, though.”
He looked momentarily confused before he grinned and reached into his back pocket. “Oh, that’s not a problem. I mean, I wasn’t being presumptuous, but I have to be honest, I was hoping.” He placed the condom at the side of us and threw my bra and knickers to the side of the bed.
“Thank you,” I pulled him down onto me as we met in a frenzy of love, lust, passion, lost time, relief, excitement… every emotion and feeling I could imagine. I just wanted to absorb him into me. It was as though all that love that I’d kept at bay for so long, through fear and regret, just rushed out and into him, flowed through us, around us, into us. It was almost too much, almost…
We headed back downstairs a couple of hours later, holding hands and grinning at each other like love-struck idiots. Luke smiled as he saw all the contents of my shoebox spread out on the dining table.
“You kept everything?” he asked.
“How could I not?”
“There was a poem I never sent,” he said. “It was my favourite, but there never seemed to be the right opportunity to share.”
“I think you should read it to me immediately in that case.” I smirked at him as I tugged the t-shirt I’d hastily thrown on down over my knees and sat on the couch.
He looked flustered as he pulled his phone from his discarded jacket before sitting next to me. The room was dark now, only a spotlight from the kitchen illuminated the downstairs. The beautiful blue of his eyes was magnified by the light of the phone screen. I also spotted the delicate trace of pink that blushed across his cheeks as he began to speak. I got the impression he knew the words well and didn’t need the phone, it was more of a focus for him. If my heart swelled any bigger I was going to have serious issues. He traced his fingers delicately up and down my arm as he began to speak.
“You have simply
unwritten
everyone else who ever touched me
Your kiss became my first
completely new, and thrilling
So now I need