Sydney
Lying here, with my head on Justin’s chest and his arm wrapped around me, made me remember how good it always felt when he held me. I always felt safe in his arms, like nothing could hurt me. Even after what happened and all these years which have passed, the same feeling is still there.
I didn’t want to move, but we would need to. We needed to get cleaned up, and I needed to wash and dry my bedding before my parents got home. I would rather them not find us naked in my bed.
I kiss over his chest, and he moans softly, “We should get cleaned up, and I need to change my bed.” I whisper.
“Does that mean you are throwing me out?” he asks.
I glance up at him, “No. I just would rather not my parents walk in us like this. You don’t need to leave.”
I watch a massive smile grow on
