I plop down on her made bed to wait for her. The closet door opens, and she steps through looking like a vision. Brown midriff t-shirt and jeans that come up high on her waist so only a sliver of tanned stomach is visible. Her blonde hair is up in a ponytail, and I don’t think she has any makeup on, but she’s still the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say something stupid like I love you, but she speaks and saves me the embarrassment. “Where do you want to go to eat? I’m starving.”

“I was hoping I could convince you to stay in. We can order takeout. My treat. I finally found a new job.” Maybe I’m counting my singles before payday, but it feels like this might actually happen.

She crosses to the bed and sits on the edge, one leg dangling off the side. “When did that happen?”

“This morning. It’s perfect. I’ll be working with this guy who runs an online coaching website. It’s huge, every sport you could imagine.” So many more details I want to tell her, but I pull her on my lap and take her mouth.

“I missed you,” I say when she rests her forehead against mine. “We might need to establish some new rules.”

“Rules?”

“Mhmm.” I cup the back of her neck and run a thumb along the delicate spot between her ear and collarbone. “Rule number one, I need to see my girlfriend every day.”

She kisses me then, and we fall back onto the bed.

“Say it again,” she insists.

“Rule numb—”

“No, the part where you called me your girlfriend.”

Her eyes burn into me with need and desire and hope. I’d give anything to keep that look on her face, directed at me, forever. No one has ever looked at me like I held the key to everything they ever wanted. I hope I don’t royally fuck this up.

“My girlfriend is bossy,” I tell her. “But it’s hot as fuck.”

Our clothes come off in between long kisses until she’s down to just a pair of black panties with strings holding the front to the back and I’m in my tented boxers. She climbs on top of me, her boobs bouncing and the pink buds tempting as hell.

Leaning forward, I bring my tongue to one and lick it until she sighs her appreciation.

“Your mouth… Jesus, your mouth.”

I’m about to give her other nipple the same treatment when she scrambles off my lap and strips me out of my boxers. She looks up at me through dark lashes, green eyes swirling with desire.