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"Right now I’d be terrible at anything more," I tell her "I don’t mean I’m scared of commitment or any shit like that I mean, I’ve been in love before and aain"

She lets out a short, sharp laugh at this, nodding as she tilts her beer to her ht nohen I’ like crazy" This sounds ridiculous I can hear it, can hear the absurdity We’re all working like crazy We’re all busy and young and chaotic "But, regardless, I’uy I like sex I like wo for?"

She nods

"Your turn," I say So to life inside my chest It’s been forever since I’ve had a conversation like this--earnest, and open--with soot how nice it feels

She drinks deeply fro I watch her throat as she ss It’s long, pale, and smooth "I left with you because I was barreled by a wave this "

She surfsthat certainly explains her body

"It’s been so long since I was rolled like that," she says, staring down at the bottle in her hand "I forgot how scary it is For the first part of the ood wave And then one caround me to dust All day, I’ve been tense and out of sorts It’s like it never occurs to ured, Why not?"

"Why not?" I repeat quietly, feeling e forward as it seems to become a possibility

She nods but her eyes are on my lips now

"Whatever you want, okay?" I tell her

Slowly, so slowly I can see every eh her eyes--uncertainty, fear, desire, determination--she leans forward and brushes herthis tonight," she says, pulling back a few inches tolike it has coirls She’s not worried she’ll fall into the trap of thinking it’sinto her cheeks as she s, "So h into another kiss "Yes, et head in the parking lot," she says against ht

I pull back to look her in the eye and salute her with ers at my forehead "Understood"

Without much ceremony, she reaches for the hem of my shirt and helps ertips before pal, as if it’s been forever since she did this and she’s forgotten what skin feels like Her hands are soft; her nails are only long enough to scratch lightly down ets to work on the buttons of my jeans

Whoa Jesus

I slidea condo it near her hip "Do you want to go to s me closer and works ht seems to halt her ainst her lips, as I kickle against my mouth when I bend to suck at her throat, and subtly shift away from her hands I don’t want her hands on my cock yet; neither of us is ready to fuck and what’s the hurry? It’s a coo She’s not hesitant anymore, not even a little I wonder if she’s like that in everything: cautious, then almost recklessly committed Even so, there’s still a fils off a

It’s weird

Usually I sense a frantic need for connection--the inescapable snare of eye contact, a quiet string of questions, kisses that feel like secrets being offered--and it an isn’t looking for deep connection withit over with and being consuh the Rockies withon how lovely it hile Dad focused intently on the ate us both through this

She guides my hands to her shirt and then closes her eyes as I unbutton it down her front, kissing She sirl