Page 102 of Walk With Me
“That’s awful thoughtful of you, babe,” I reply sweetly.
“It is, isn’t it? Maybe we could watch TV together this time.”
“I’m always down for some Netflix and chill.”
I feel Sloane’s smile against my face. “Hmm. I’m thinking you can just lay back on the bed and relax.”
I swallow hard because the change in her voice is doing things to me. “And…um, what will you be doing?”
Leaning in, she whispers in my ear. My face goes red, and my breathing gets shallow. Hauling myself up from the bench, I grab her hand and tug her along as I try my best to race walk back to the house. Sloane’s laughter sends electricity through my body.
We bypass everyone, and I’m sure I hear a few wolf whistles as we head up the stairs. I don’t care. I’m too excited. Sloane too, because no sooner have I pulled her into the room then she’s on me.
Tonight is a retake. Tonight is the first of many I will spend with Sloane. I know it. No matter what, this girl isa part of me. Closing my eyes, I feel her hands and mouth wander over my body.
Best senior year ever!
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Sloane
Last day of summer.
Where the hell has the summer gone? One minute I was saying goodbye to Holcroft and making plans for my birthday and dates to hang out with my friends, and the next it’s over. No more lazy days hanging by the pool or hiking with Eden. No more diner hangouts with the whole gang, or cooking with my mom. No more sleepovers with Becca, or sexy sleepovers with Eden.
Just. No. More.
I’ve done my very best to keep a smile on my face as the days counted down. I congratulated Eden when she got heracceptance to CalArts. We celebrated with a family dinner at her place.
For every party Bryce hosted I put on a bigger and brighter smile, all for the sake of Eden and my friends. Inside, I felt the panic settling in for the long haul.
Eventually I had to talk to someone. My mom was nothing short of amazing. We decided I needed to see a doctor before heading to college. There’s no way I could go away to school feeling so out of control.
With two weeks left of the summer, I told Eden about my anxiety. I’d been prescribed anti-anxiety medication and referred to a therapist who could continue helping me over Zoom. Of course Eden was supportive, if not a little hurt that I hadn’t confided in her sooner. It’s something I really need to work on.
Becca, Bella, Pia, and Todd are already gone. Bella to MIT. Becca to Florida. Pia and Todd are the only ones sticking around Colorado, but they’re still…gone.
The past few days have been a whirlwind of packing and shipping my belongings. I will start my journey tomorrow. Columbia awaits. I decided against Harvard. I couldn’t give a tangible reason why, it was just a gut feeling.
So, a twenty-seven hour car journey is in my immediate future. Mom and Dad will follow behind with a trailer fullof my belongings. I’ll be rooming with two other girls in an apartment.
Eden wanted to come too, but she has her own trip to plan. Her apartment is off campus in Santa Clarita. She’ll only have one roommate, which I know she’s happy about.
So, today is the last day we get to spend together. I was up all last night finishing any last-minute chores in preparation. There’s no way I’m missing out on a single second with her. It’s why I asked if she’d come over super early. As in 6 a.m.
To my joy, she agreed. Which is why I’m pacing the porch, waiting for her. Two minutes and she should be here. The closing of a car door pulls me out of my head. Eden glides up the path lazily. She’s taking her time because she wants to look at me, and the barely visible sleepwear I’m in.
It was a risk considering Mom and Dad will be up soon, but I needed to do this. I need to sear the image of me like this into Eden’s brain. There will be plenty of times she’ll need to use such a visual to get her by. I plan to do the same when I strip her down. We have some lonely nights ahead.
“Morning, beautiful,” she says in a low, gravelly voice. It’s part sleep deprivation and part horniness. Her eyes have yet to make it to my face.
“Good morning, baby,” I reply, reaching for her hand. I know she’ll want to hold me, but I’m too impatient. Tugging her inside and up to my room is the only thing I have time for. Her quiet chuckle reaches my ear as we make our way upstairs.
My room is dark save for one lamp, which I covered to create a more romantic atmosphere. Our last time together needs to be special. Eden’s amusement falls away when she sees my room. She doesn’t comment, simply shuts the door, locks it, and pulls me into a scorching kiss.
I immediately pull off her hoodie and bra. She’s already managed to get her jeans halfway down her legs. Like me, Eden doesn’t want to waste a second of our time together. We will have each other as many times as possible before the sun sets, or my parents order us out of my room to eat.
Eden has me naked in seconds. Her hands are everywhere as she steps us back to the bed. She’s definitely a natural top. We always start out like this. Eden towering over me, pleasuring me until I can’t see straight. Only when I’ve had a couple of orgasms will she give up control. I never thought I’d enjoy someone else taking the lead in bed,but I was very wrong. Letting go and allowing Eden to do whatever the hell she wants to me is so freeing. It allows my brain to stop thinking, something I sorely need.
