I love the way he touches me. The way he combs his fingers through my hair. The way he listens to what I like and does it again and again.

Ugh, I almost groan again just thinking about it.

If today is anything like last night, it's going to be the best day ever. And we don’t even have to do anything sexual. As mind-blowing as last night was, I'm just having such a great time being with him. Having all of his attention on me without the hovering cloud of what I did to him years ago or what we came here to do sounds like heaven. Just me and him. All day.

I open my eyes to see the sun peeking through the curtains.

I look to my left and see Nathaniel’s back spread across the sheets. His arms are tucked under his pillow, underneath his head. His tan skin glistens against the white bed sheets. The sheets sit perfectly on his hips, right below his back dimples. He looks fucking delicious.

I look down at my own body. Yup, still naked... and still painfully hard.

I don’t think—after everything we did last night—that I’ll ever be soft around him again.

I wanted to talk about it last night, but it didn’t seem like he was really into having the conversation. I want to tell him how much I like what we did… but more than that, I want to tell him that I like him. A-fucking-lot. It’s confusing, but… I feel like we wasted a lot of years over my dumb mistake. And if he feels even a sliver as to how I feel right now…what are we doing here?

If only I could wipe what I did away and get that time back. Would we have gotten here earlier? Where even are we? How does he even feel about all of this? Ugh! So many questions.

But clearly, he wants to keep things simple. I can do simple. Especially if that means getting to do what we did last night again. Maybe he’ll even let me kiss him.

Out of all the firsts I want to experience with him, it hurts that his first kiss was stolen from me. I was pissed then and I’m still pissed now. It should’ve been mine.

I turn onto my stomach and shuffle closer to him. Rubbing my thumbs up and down his spine, I hear a soft moan.

“So good,” his raspy morning voice says, muffled by his pillow.

“Perfect. I want you to feel good for me.” I bite his shoulder softly. He moans again, this time slowly turning over to his back, exposing his front.

My eyes widen at the sight of his hard dick tenting the sheets. He's going to poke someone’s eye out with that thing.

Moving my hand down his stomach, under the sheets, I slowly wrap my hand around his dick and start pumping. I think I might have some lube in my bag but I’m too lazy to check and honestly, I want to stay right here. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he starts rocking his hips back and forth, matching my pace.