There was no way in hell that he wouldn’t have a hickey in the morning.
And there was also no way in hell that people wouldn’t notice.
I’d have to apply makeup to mine.
Banner could just proudly wear his, seeing as I doubted he’d want to cover it up.
When his hips finally stilled, I closed my eyes and released his skin from between my teeth.
He turned his face and offered me another kiss, which I gladly took.
“Sometimes,” he said. “I get these feelings.”
“Yeah?” I said.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “And I’m getting one right now.”
“Yeah?” I said. “What’s that feeling telling you?”
He let my legs go and moved his hands up until they cupped my face.
“The feeling is telling me that we’re going to have to find a way to have sex a lot.” He chuckled. “And that I’m going to likely get a lot of shit for this hickey you put on my neck. Oh, and that I’m totally and completely falling for you.”
I felt an immediate surge of elation pour through me at his words.
“I’m falling for you, too,” I told him. “Fast.”
It took me a long time to go to sleep that night.
After sneaking out of my room to clean up, I’d come back to the room to find Banner knocked out.
He’d been on his back, softly snoring, arm up high over his head as if, even in sleep, he was making room for me.
I carefully closed and locked the door and stared at the bed as I realized the magnitude of what I’d just done.
And it felt… right.
For the first time in a long time, I knew that tomorrow when I woke up, I’d be happy. I wouldn’t worry about going to school, because I knew when I got there, Banner would be at my side.
Chapter 16
Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.
-my dick any time Perry is around.
Banner
I wasn’t sure what I expected when I woke up the next morning, but Perry to be long gone from her bed, and the door to be wide ass open? Definitely not one of them.
I realized why the door was wide-ass open about ten minutes later after I was partially-dressed and I had my teeth brushed—thank God Perry had some extras in her bathroom cabinets, or we’d be making a pitstop at my place before school.
Walking down the stairs, I made sure to be extra quiet in case Perry’s parents were still home, but when I got down there, I found her standing at the kitchen sink in only my t-shirt. She was spooning a generous amount of peanut butter out of the jar.
“Damn,” I said as I looked at the scoop. “Why don’t you just get a bowl?”
She rolled her eyes and started to lick the peanut butter off of the spoon.
“It’s only a spoonful,” she said between licks.
I walked forward, took the peanut butter container from her, and then started opening drawers until I found the one I was looking for.
Getting out a spoon, I took out my own spoonful from the jar and showed her what a real spoonful was.
She rolled her eyes.
“I’m hungry, and peanut butter is good for you. It gives you lots of energy,” she teased.
I grinned and took another lick.
Her eyes followed the movement.
I pulled the spoon away from my mouth and gestured at her still overflowing spoonful.
“That’s more like a half a cup,” I pointed out. “But who am I to tell you what to eat? You’re definitely nowhere near needing to worry about what you put in your mouth.”
Her eyes flared. “You don’t care what I put in my mouth?”
Oh, I cared a lot. When it came to a few things that pertained to my body.
But when it came to food? Not so much.
I was just about to lean into her and kiss that tiny smirk off of her lips when the door to the kitchen burst open, causing us both to jump and separate.
Guilt was written all over Perry’s face as we watched her dad barrel through the door.
He took one look at us and halted.
“I forgot my lunch.” He eyed his daughter’s undressed state, then moved his gaze toward me. “Where is your car?”
I licked my lips, wondering if I should lie, but he just shook his head.
As if he didn’t want to hear the answer to my question.
“Whatever,” he said. “I gotta go. I’m on break for another eight and a half minutes. I couldn’t live through the day if I didn’t have my lunch.”
He was opening the fridge in seconds, pulling out a rather large lunch box, and walking right back out the door moments later.
But, seconds after that, he came back in, pointed his prosthetic arm at me, and said, “If you fuckin’ knock her up… you’re gonna die.”
With that he left, leaving us both standing there speechless.
“You’re on birth control, right?” I asked what I knew to be true.
She giggled nervously. “Yes. And I take it like clockwork every single day. I never forget.”
I grinned at her. “Good.”
Glancing at the clock that was behind her on the microwave, I winced. “I need to go or I’m going to miss first period practice.” I paused. “Are you coming to the game tonight?”
She nodded. “I have a game myself tonight at five. I’ll be there as soon as I’m done.”
I groaned. “I’m going to miss you in those shorts.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ll wear them to your game. There’s no reason to change out of my uniform. I’m just going to get hot and sweaty all over again.”
“Thank God for small miracles,” I said.
She rolled her eyes and took her spoonful of peanut butter with her as she made her way back up the stairs to her room.
I followed and watched her get dressed, wondering idly why she went for the sweats.
“Why are you wearing sweats when it’s a hundred degrees out?” I asked curiously.
She lifted her brows at me. “You’re one to talk. You work out in them.”
I shrugged. “I end up on the ground
