When Summer Ends (8 page)

Chapter Four

Over the course of a week and a half I saw Will every single
night, apart from Friday and Saturday because he worked at the club those
nights. On those two days we went out for lunch instead as he said he still
wanted to see me.

It had honestly been the best ten days of my life. Every
date he had taken me out on had been different. There were some traditional
things like the movies and dinner or picnics in the park. He’d introduced me to
his friends at a house party; they were all really nice and easy to get along
with, even though they were all man-whore flirts from what I could tell.

There were also some not so traditional dates. He took me to
a football game. To the batting cages, but personally I think that one was just
an excuse to wrap his arms around me while he taught me how to bat correctly. We
went for a walk along the beach; we even went to the stock car races. The best
night by far was when he drove us to an empty field and left the headlights of
the car on, turning the radio up to some cheesy love song station while we
danced under the stars. That one was last night and was so romantic it made me
want to cry.

Will was honestly incredible and he hadn’t once put pressure
on me to sleep with him, which made me even crazier about him. Today was
Tuesday so he was due here any minute. I had thrown on a little denim skirt,
and plain black V neck top making sure to put on my sexiest underwear. I had
definitely made him, and myself, wait long enough. Every time he kissed me my
body just craved more and more so I knew tonight was the night.

When he pulled up outside my house, I skipped out to him
before he even got fully out of the car. “Hey, handsome,” I flirted as I
climbed in the passenger side.

Hi mouth dropped open with an audible pop. “Damn, you look
so hot,” he complimented, looking me over slowly.

A blush crept up on my face as I settled myself in the seat.
“That was a nice hello,” I teased.

He grinned sheepishly. “Right yeah sorry. Hi, Cutie,” he corrected,
leaning over to kiss me. I tangled my hands in the back of his hair and kissed
him hungrily. The little moan that he made in the back of his throat seemed to
make my skin come alive. “So where to tonight? You said tonight was your choice,”
he asked as he pulled away from me and started the car.

I shrugged. “Takeout pizza.”

He frowned, pulling the car out and heading down the road.
“Well that’s not very romantic. Where are we eating it? In the park or
something?”

“No.” I grinned teasingly. He looked at me expectantly, but
I shook my head. “Just drive to the takeout place, I’ll tell you after.” Nervous
excitement was bubbling up inside me, and I was starting to chicken out.

Will drove us to the same takeout that we went to after the
club the first night we met. While it was cooking he held my hand and kissed
around my neck, making goosebumps break out all over my body.

Finally, just as I was about to say to hell with the pizza,
it was cooked. Will took the box and walked me back to the car. “So where to?”
he asked again.

“Your apartment,” I answered, shrugging. He looked at me
with wide eyes, seeming a little taken aback. I shrugged. “I thought we could
have a night in with a movie for a change,” I lied. He nodded, frowning, seeming
apprehensive.
Wait, does he not want to sleep with me or something? Does he
understand what I’m offering or does he think I really just want to watch a
movie?
  “You don’t want to?” I asked worriedly.

His face softened instantly. “It’s not that. I just wish
you’d told me, that’s all. I could have paid my neighbours kid to come in and
tidy up,” he replied, grinning. I burst out laughing, shaking my head in
amusement. “My place is a mess, Chloe.” He winced and looked at me, his grey
eyes apologetic.

“That’s okay, but maybe you need to start keeping it a
little cleaner in case you have company,” I teased.

After a couple of minutes he pulled up outside his building.
I climbed out and walked around to where he was waiting for me. His arm wrapped
around my waist tightly as he kissed the side of my head. My nerves disappeared
as I remembered how easy it was being in his company. It was like I didn’t have
to think, everything just came naturally with Will. I slipped my hand into his
back pocket squeezing his ass gently as we walked up the stairs to his place.

When I stepped into his apartment, I stifled a laugh. It
wasn’t as awful as last time, but it was still a mess. He shot me an apologetic
look and watched as I walked into the lounge, sitting on the sofa and kicking
my shoes off. He went to the kitchen and came out with two bottles of flavoured
water. “This okay? Or I have Pepsi,” he offered, shrugging.

I smiled and took the bottle out of his hand. “That’s good
for me, thanks.”

We chatted while we ate and then he put on a movie. He
didn’t have much choice and mostly they were your typical guy’s film - violence,
blood and guns. We finally agreed on Die Hard 4.0 and settled onto the sofa to
watch it.

I snuggled into him, hooking my legs over his, practically
sitting in his lap. His hand rested just above my knee making my whole body a
couple of degrees hotter. I could barely even concentrate on the movie.

After about an hour I turned my head and pressed my face
into the crook of his neck, breathing in his delicious smell. He literally
smelt good enough to eat. I pressed my lips to his skin. His hold on me
tightened as he moaned quietly making me even more excited.

I kissed up his neck slowly and along his jaw line, nibbling
on the skin lightly.
Okay, time to make the first move, Chloe!
I moved
my legs and pushed myself up so I was straddling him as I gripped my hands in
the back of his hair. His eyes were burning into mine making my whole body tingle
and my heart beat erratically in my chest. He moved his hands and put them on
the small of my back, pressing lightly making my chest press against his.

I kissed him long and deep, loving the soft feel of his lips
against mine. His hands gripped fistfuls of my top at my back as he kissed me
so passionately that it felt like my world was spinning slightly too fast. He
pulled away just as I was getting a little dizzy. Little kisses were planted
down the side of my neck making me close my eyes and just enjoy the sensation.
Everything felt so right that I could barely keep the euphoric smile off of my
face. As his hands slid up the back of my top, tickling my skin, his hot tongue
traced the V at the front. I gasped, fisting my hands into his hair.

I couldn’t keep still, I wanted more, but I didn’t want this
to happen on the sofa. I pushed myself off of him quickly. His eyes snapped up
to meet mine, an apologetic look crossed his face. “Sorry, I got carried away
again,” he mumbled. I shook my head and took his hand, pulling gently. He
frowned, looking at me confused. “Chloe?”

I smiled, pulling him to his feet. “Shh, it’s time to stop
talking now.” I gave him a little tug towards what I assumed was his bedroom
because it was the only other door in the apartment.

He groaned and followed me, looking ridiculously eager. Once
we were in his room he pushed the door shut behind us. I looked around quickly,
taking in the clean brown carpet, the well-made bed, the well organised
dresser.
Hmm, maybe he doesn’t like to sleep with a mess around.

He crashed his lips back to mine, continuing to walk
forwards, making me walk backwards to the bed. When my legs hit the side of it
I lowered myself down onto it. He didn’t. Instead, he stayed standing up and just
looked at me. His face was so lustful I could barely stand it. “Chloe, you are
so beautiful,” he cooed, looking me over from my head to my toes and back
again. I sat up quickly and gripped his shirt, pulling him roughly down on top
of me. He laughed wickedly. “And there was me wanting to take it slow,” he
mumbled against my lips.

I giggled guiltily and gripped the bottom of his T-shirt,
pulling it off over his head and tossing it on the floor. He’d barely moved yet
my whole body was starting to ache with anticipation. “Will, please, if you
don’t take me soon I’m gonna die,” I whined.

He smiled, his grey eyes sparkling as he brushed my hair
back from my face. “Well I definitely don’t want that,” he whispered, bending
his head and kissing me. But it wasn’t the passionate ‘I’m about to make love
to you’ kiss; it was a chaste kiss that lasted a split second before he broke
it and looked down at me again. “I have something I want to do before this happens,”
he said, shifting his weight so he hovered above me, barely touching me.

“What’s that?” I asked breathlessly, gripping his hips with
my knees so he couldn’t pull back any further.

He blew out a big breath as his eyebrows knitted together. “I
want to ask you this before we sleep together so you know I’m not just asking
because I have to or anything. I was actually going to ask you tonight anyway,”
he rambled. I smiled reassuringly, nodding in prompt, silently wondering what
this was about. “Okay, well, I know it’s maybe a little fast and we’ve not
known each other for very long. You can say no if this is too fast for you, it’s
fine.” He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, seeming frustrated as he
struggled with his words.

What’s got him all nervous and fluttery? He’s never like
this usually.
“Will, what’s wrong?”

He groaned and then opened his eyes, looking down at me with
a pleading expression. “Will you be exclusive with me? Be mine?” he asked
quietly. My mouth popped open in shock. He smiled weakly. “I really am crazy
about you. Every second I spend with you is better than the one before, but I
honestly don’t know how that works, because how the hell can you improve on
perfection? But you do all the time. You just amaze me.” A subtle blush
coloured his cheeks as he spoke.

I chewed on my lip as my insides seemed to melt into a
puddle because of how cute that little speech was and how insecure he looked.
Oh
my days, he wants to be exclusive with me? He’s never had a girlfriend before, but
he wants me?
My eyes prickled with happy tears. I felt so special just
because the incredible boy wanted me and thought our time together was
perfection. My mouth was so dry that I knew I wouldn’t be able to speak, so
instead I just nodded in acceptance.

His eyes widened, a smile twitched at the corner of his full
pink lips. “Is that a yes?” Hope coloured his voice as he spoke.

“Yes,” I croaked.

He made a little growl of victory and crashed his lips back
to mine again. The kiss was different this time. Maybe it was because I was now
officially his girlfriend, or maybe it was because we were spread on his bed
and both knew what was about to happen. Whatever the reason, the kiss was full
of fire and passion, but yet still so sweet and intimate that it made my
insides tremble with happiness.

After, we lay in a tangled mess, our bodies slick against the
other. I closed my eyes contentedly, just lying in his arms, resting my head on
his chest. That experience had been beautiful. He was incredible, patient,
passionate, caring, and yet still so mind numbingly good that even now, after a
couple of minutes, I was still trying to catch my breath and calm my body. It
hadn’t been my first time, I’d been sexually active with my ex-boyfriend, Nick,
but because of the emotions and feelings that went into it, it kind of felt
like it was my first time. It had been a life altering experience, and I knew
that if for whatever reason this didn’t work out with him, he would always be
the one I compared everyone else to. He would always be the one that totally
rocked my world.

The thought of it not working out made my stomach ache. As I
listened to his heart slowly returning to normal, I silently prayed I was
enough to keep him interested. He blew out a big breath so I looked up at him,
resting my chin on his chest. He smiled down at me, tracing one finger across
my face, down the line of my nose and across my cheekbone. I wasn’t sure what
my face looked like, but I would bet my bottom dollar that my expression
mirrored his in that moment. He looked enthralled, satisfied and contented.

“So that’s what that feels like,” he said quietly, gripping my
waist and pulling me up so my face was level with his.

I looked at him quizzically. He raised his head, peppering
little kisses on my face where his finger had been seconds before. I closed my
eyes, smiling happily as he clamped me to him. “That’s what
what
feels
like?” I asked breathlessly, realising that I didn’t actually understand what
he meant.

He lowered his head back to the pillow. His hand came up to
the back of my head, tangling in my hair. “Making love to your girlfriend,” he answered,
guiding my mouth back down to his, stealing my breath.

Will honestly was the best boyfriend ever. He was incredibly sweet
and attentive, buying me little things and calling and texting me all the time.
I was seriously falling hard for him. It had been almost two weeks since he
asked me to be exclusive with him and every day just seemed to get better and
better. I had spent quite a few nights at his place, which he even cleaned for
me, a proper clean too, not just a simple throw the vacuum around type of
clean. He didn’t even pay the neighbours kid to come and do it, he did it
himself. He continued to take me on inventive dates, each one surpassing the
one before in the fun stakes. The passion between us was out of this world too
which just seemed like the cherry on top of an extremely well frosted cake.

I was actually pretty sad today. School reopened today and
it was my first day as a senior. I didn’t want to go though, this summer had
been amazing, and I didn’t want to go back to a normal life of sitting in class
all day and having homework assignments at night. I wanted to spend time with
Will. Before I even got out of bed I grabbed my phone and checked to see I had
a new message from him: