The banner for Trea Landon lit up the stage, indicating he was the headliner for tonight. The field was lit up in bright colors of green and blue, spotlighting the stage. A drum set sat in the middle towards the back of the stage, while everything else surrounded it, just how I’d pictured it. It would be the first concert I’d ever been to and I was finding it another favorite to add to my ever-growing list of firsts with Beau. Favorite first kiss, first orgasm, first Beau official date, and hopefully later would be the first time he’d ask me to come to bed with him.
A current coursed through my body, my veins feeling electric and jittery, as though I’d burst into flames at any moment. I was a good kind of nervous. I was excited about the unexpected. A vast difference from the last several years of my life where I felt like a spinning top—never moving forward, never growing, never changing… forever stuck in the same spin.
I felt alive. I was living on my own accord without having to answer to anyone. I wasn’t looking over my shoulder at the past, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I gained so much confidence in myself over the last couple of months of living with Beau and Reagan. Being around a man like him solidified the fact that good men still existed in this crazy world. Andrew was just evil incarnate to the very core of his existence. I knew that whatever came next we would face together, Beau and I. He would protect me. Keep me safe, like always. I trusted him.
I’m starting to see the girl I used to be—the fearless, confident one that wasn’t afraid to do whatever she wanted. Homecoming queen. Reigning barrel champ at the county fair. The popular girl in high school. I was happy again. Not in love, not yet, but I could tell that’s where it was heading. Beau hadn’t pressured me to say those words or said them to me again, but I could tell he felt it. He respected the fact that I wanted to take this slow. To go at my own pace. Problem is, I didn’t know if I really wanted to go slow anymore. He was crashing through every single wall I’d barricaded against my heart, while I stood on the sidelines watching piece by piece crumble and fall to the ground in shatters. The emotions left me exposed and vulnerable, scared, but also excited about the new possibilities of there being an “us.”
The crowd flowed in around us as the music started to play. A soft medley of drums and guitar kicked up and the crowd went wild. The song told of a girl who had never known the love of a country boy. “You don’t know love, ‘til you’ve been loved by a country boy,” he crooned into the microphone. I listened to every single lyric intently and swayed along, back and forth like a gentle breeze. Beau slid up behind me, hands placed gently on my hips and rocked to the music with me. My eyes trailed the crowd, noticing how many cell phones were lighting up the night sky like tiny fairies flying around surrounded by the brightest of stars. My heart felt full like lightning bugs in a mason jar.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look tonight, Cassidy Mae?” He leaned in, whispering in my ear. His hot breath was magnetic against my skin.
“Mmm…What?” Was the only thing I could murmur out. I was so lost in this moment with him, completely consumed by the night sky, the music, and swaying with the man of my dreams. I felt his lips against me as he pressed a tender kiss to the nape of my neck. One perfect moment. One single second where the world completely fell away and I was left swaying to a love song in the middle of a cell phone lit field with the man who was stealing my heart.
My man.
It felt weird calling him that, but it also felt right. Our moment of silence was broken by the sound of clapping as the song came to an end.
The song that followed was upbeat and my body flowed with the music. I lifted my hands in praise to the sky and danced like I was the only one in the middle of the crowd. Beau pulled me into him and I did the one thing I’d always wanted to try. I rubbed against him. My hips and ass pressed up tightly to the ever-growing bulge in the front of his pants. I could tell he liked it by the way his breath caught and then got heavy. This was no longer sweet and simple swaying, no… this was foreplay in the best way. I was giving him just a taste of what I wanted him to do to me later on.
I wanted him to feel my body pressed against him and know that I wanted this just as badly as he did. My skin crawled with need for him. Desire was lurking right under the surface, waiting to be let out.
His arms snaked around my body and I enjoyed the feeling of being cradled against this big, strong masculine masterpiece. I could feel his muscles ripple as he held me tightly against him. My back pressed firmly against his chest and I could feel every time he flexed or moved with me. It was a turn on and I could honestly say that I’d ever felt that way about a
