Page 28 of From Me to You

It was like being with him made all my nervousness fade away. Gone was the Evy who used to procrastinate and be a jittery mess all the time. Being with Jay made me feel so strong. I loved this feeling.

Jay assured me that his thing with Lia was nothing. He did admit that he slept with her a few times, but it didn’t mean anything—that none of the girls before me mattered. I got jealous as I thought of all the girls that he slept with. I was so inexperienced that I didn’t know how I ended up with him.

Jay had taken over my life like a storm. I had already fallen hard for him and was scared to admit it, fearing he would leave me. I still waited for the day for the other shoe to drop, that something would go wrong, and he would leave me. No matter how much he reassured me that he wouldn’t leave, the fear wouldn’t go away. I was scared to know how he felt about me. I wondered if he had fallen too.

I sighed from where I was currently lying on his lap, peering at him. We were all holed up in Katy’s home—her parents had gone away for the weekend, so she invited us all to stay over. Katy’s house was pretty big. I learned that Lan was her next-door neighbor, and that’s how they met.

We all watched the guys practice the whole day. I was just undressing Jay the whole time he played that guitar and crooned into the microphone.

Now we all settled in to watch a movie. I mean, everyone was, but I was watching him. Who cared about movies when you were in the arms of the most gorgeous boy in town?

“The movie is on that side.” Jay pointed to the TV.

“Hmm.” I leaned into his warmth and said, “I don’t care.”

He laughed, pulling me closer.

I kissed his neck, not being able to control myself.

He abruptly got up with me in his arms. “Fuck the movie,” he announced as he made his way to the guest room. He ignored the catcalls from others as he opened the door and plopped me onto the bed.

I giggled. “What are you doing?”

Jay covered my whole body with his and stole my breath in a deep, long kiss.

I loved the warmth of his body against mine. His hand was running all along my body, gripping my hair and pulling me to him. His lips left mine as he started to kiss my neck. I groaned as I dug my fingernails into his shoulders.

“Jayy!”

“Hmm, sweetheart?”

I brought him closer, pulling his shirt off him. My eyes darkened as I took him in. I could never get used to seeing him shirtless. He had a huge tattoo on his upper back that ended on top of his shoulders.

I recalled the first time I saw him shirtless, with his lean muscles stark against his tattoo and a deep V on his waist leading to his hips.

I was surprised when I first saw his tattoo. I didn’t know he had one. They were angel wings, so elaborately detailed that it almost looked like the wings were protruding out of his shoulderblades. He told me he had gotten it for his uncle who used to have a similar tattoo.

I ran my hands through his taut back, feeling his warm, smooth skin as he once again took me in his mouth. It felt so good. But then he stopped.

I groaned as he pushed back and stretched out beside me. I shivered immediately, missing his heat. “I don’t know why you always stop,” I whined.

He put one arm under his head and turned toward me on his side. His other hand rubbed my stomach in soft circles. “You are not ready. We have all the time in the world, sweetheart.”

“I may not be ready for sex. But I am ready for other things. I want to do other things with you,” I whined again.

Jay laughed, kissing me on the cheek. “You don’t know how much I want you. But I don’t want to rush things. I want to take it slow with you.”

“Okay.” I sighed. He locked his gaze with mine. My breathing fastened again.

He groaned, averting his gaze. “Come on, we need to get out of here before I start losing control.” He pulled me to my feet.

“But I want to lose control,” I complained as I followed him.

Jay went back to the movie while I busied myself in the kitchen, trying to calm myself down. I didn’t really care much about movies anyway. They just ended too soon. I only liked watching TV shows. I smiled as I thought about Jay. I licked my lips, still feeling the taste of him.

“If your session ended this fast, babe, my man Emmie has lost his touch,” Mike said as he waltzed into the kitchen. “If you ever need an actual man to show you a good time, you can come to me, darling.”

“No, thank you.” I rolled my eyes at him. “He is all I want.”