Текст книги "Fusion"

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BY MONDAY MORNING, I was ecstatic. I couldn’t wait for Jeremy and me to walk into the school hand in hand. Sneaking kisses between classes. My arm wrapped around his waist as we walked the halls. I could already hear the shocked gasps, the whispers. The “what does he see in her?” comments from the girls who wished they could snag Jeremy Banks.

But, when we pulled into the parking lot and he leaned across the console to give me a kiss, no one noticed. When we entwined our fingers and said our good mornings to our classmates, not a single eyebrow rose.

Apparently, everyone else had expected this to happen. It had been a matter of when.

“Heck yes!” Ryan shouted when he saw us. He did a stupid fist bump then held his hand out to Chris. “Pay up, buddy.”

“Pay up?” I asked.

He opened his binder and removed a sheet of paper. Names and dates were listed down the page, and he pointed to his. “The Jeremy-Sierra school pool. I guessed sometime during football season. Chris had his money on Christmas. Jace had you guys pegged for the end of summer.” He shook his head. “He clearly had too much faith in you, Banks.”

Jace walked up to us and shrugged. “What can I say? I didn’t realize he’d be so slow to tell Sierra he dug her.”

I rolled my eyes even though my heart was doing a happy dance. “How much money are we talking?” My eyes widened when they told me. “Three hundred dollars?!”

Ryan grinned. “Yep, and it’s all mine. Thanks for being a slowpoke, Banks,” he said, slapping him on the shoulder. “And now that you’re off the market, I’m going to go introduce myself to your sister.”

He took off before I could protest.

Jeremy cocked an eyebrow. “This is not going to end well.”

I nodded. “Let’s go save Lexi.”

“Coming Jace?” he asked, but Jace shook his head and took off in the other direction. Jeremy frowned at me. “That was weird.”

I gazed after Jace’s retreating figure. “Weird, indeed.”

That was it. Our big coming-out. No one had cared—except for Ryan, of course. And Lexi, because she complained for three weeks about Ryan calling her Little Lexi, which then turned into Sexy Lexi. She avoided going down the sophomore hallway whenever she could. It wasn’t until baseball season that she finally started to come out of her shell.

“Sierra Sullivan, you have been holding out on me.”

I glanced up from my magazine. My sister was trying to glare at me. But she was struggling because she was also smiling from ear to ear.

I sat up and closed the magazine. “I have?” I asked, having no clue what she was talking about.

But she was in her Diamond Girls shirt, so she must’ve just gotten home from the away game I’d had to miss thanks to an English paper I’d had to finish. That meant Jeremy would be home, too. But first things first.

“Did we win?” I asked.

She nodded. “How is it that I’ve never met Jace McAllister? I mean, I’ve seen him around school, but holy hell, I had no idea how…how attractive he was.”

I grinned. “Aww. Does little Lexi have a crush?”

“No,” she huffed. “It’s just… He talked to me on the bus on the way home, and I didn’t know how nice he was. That’s all.”

She was protesting too much, so I decided to cool it with the teasing.

“He’s a great guy, Lexi. Nice, intelligent, a killer second baseman from what Jeremy tells me. And I’m pretty sure he’s single. Want me to talk to him for you?”

“No!” she shouted a little too quickly. “He’s giving me a ride home from the game on Thursday and I don’t want him thinking I have a crush or anything. We’re just going to be friends, Sierra. That’s all. I don’t even like him like that.”

Before I could question her further, Jeremy walked in behind her.

“Like who?” he asked.

Lexi groaned and shook her head, pushing past him. Jeremy and I stared after her until the door to her bedroom slammed shut.

“What was that about? Is it that time of the month again?” he asked, groaning.

If any other man had said that, I’d be attacking him with my pillow. But, considering that Jeremy had Jenna, Lexi, and me to deal with, he’d become prepared for whenever Aunt Flo came to visit. Out of the three of us, Lexi was the most emotional and moody, so once a month, Jeremy would come over with popcorn and rocky road ice cream—Lexi’s favorite—and he’d watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail with her until she felt better.

And the best part? It worked every single time. I’d have gotten jealous if it were any other girl, but Jeremy saw her like a little sister and wanted to take care of her, so it warmed my heart and made me fall for him even more than I already had. I hadn’t said the words yet, but he made it really hard not to love him.

“I think she has a new crush,” I informed him. Then I lowered my voice so she wouldn’t hear me. “Jace McAllister.”

“Really? Interesting,” he said. “Come to think of it, I saw them talking on the bus, but I didn’t put two and two together.”

Then his eyes lit up. His lips curved into a wickedly delicious smile that had me wanting to forget all about Lexi’s crush. He rubbed his hands together as if he were formulating some masterful plan in his head. While it turned me on, it also worried me.

“What?” I asked. “What’s that look for?”

“Let’s set them up,” he said, excitement dancing in his eyes. “Why didn’t we think of this before? Jace is one of those weird romantic types that actually wants to do the whole flowers-and-candlelight-dinner thing. And Lexi, well, she wants that. They’d be perfect together. And, even better, we can double date. That way I can keep an eye on the punk to make sure he doesn’t step out of line.”

His protectiveness and mutual desire to play matchmaker had me giggling. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. I wasn’t sure if he was acting all manly like he would with Jace or if he was daring me to refute him. My laughter died down because I had to do the latter.

“As much as I’d love to do that and play the meddling sister, let’s stay out of this one, okay? She’s only fourteen, and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen Lexi have a crush, and I don’t want to get her hopes up or her heart broken.”

Jeremy’s face fell, and my resolve faltered ever so slightly. “But—”

“I’m serious. She says they’re going to be friends. Let’s see how that goes. If they need a little nudge here and there along the way, we’ll be right there to give them a push. But, for now, we stay out of it. Got it?”

“Okay, fine. But I’ve heard that ‘just friends’ line before. I’m not buying it,” he said, giving me a wink before crossing the room and hauling me up into his arms.

“Eww, no, Jeremy! You’re all sweaty from your game.”

He pressed his lips to the crook of my neck and peppered kisses all the way up to my jawline until they were on mine, kissing me slow and sweet. The salty taste of sweat had me thirsty for more of him. Hell, I was always thirsty for more of him. But my parents were just down the hall, so I pulled back to look up into his gorgeous, brown eyes, which had darkened from our kisses.

“Admit it, Sierra. You like me sweaty,” he whispered.

I giggled.

“Oh yeah, you love me sweaty.” He started tickling my sides, and I squirmed, trying not to lose this tickling battle, even though I always did.

I held out for as long as I could, but it wasn’t long before I was crying uncle. “Okay! Fine! I admit it,” I exclaimed, trying to catch my breath when he finally let me go.

Triumph crossed his handsome face. “I knew it. But you have to say it, Sierra, or I’m coming back for more,” he threatened. Then he held his five fingers up and started to count down. “Five… Admit it, babe,” he coaxed.

I shook my head and stood my ground. “Nope.”

“Four… Come on. Just say it.”

I brought my fingers to my lips and mimed zipping them closed.

“Open up.” Jeremy grinned and lifted his own hand to unzip them. “Three.”

I simply raised an eyebrow and stared at him.

“Two. Last chance. My hands are going to be all over you if you don’t give me what I want.”

My heart fluttered at his words. They hadn’t been laced with innuendo, but I took them that way anyway. It wouldn’t be a hardship if he put his hands all over me. In fact, I kind of wanted him to.

But when he said, “One,” and moved in for the kill, I shrieked and fell back on my bed.

“Jeremy Jordan Banks, I love it when you’re sweaty!” I declared, giving him my best Scarlett O’Hara swoon.

“Damn right,” he answered before lifting me off the bed and pulling me back into his arms. He gazed down at me, his eyes softening as they filled with affection. “And Sierra Anne Sullivan, I lo—”

“Hey, you two.”

My heart stopped right along with his words when Mom entered the room. Somehow, I tore my gaze from his and saw her raising an eyebrow as she watched us.

“Dinner’s ready. Jeremy, are you staying tonight?”

It was a silly question. He practically lived at our house, and his parents often joked that they should probably pay our grocery bill. He swallowed hard and stood up straight, glancing down at his baseball uniform.

“Umm, not tonight, ma’am. I’ve gotta get cleaned up, and then I have a chemistry final to study for.”

Mom smiled and looked at me. “Are you two studying together?”

I nodded, still unable to speak. My mind was reeling from what Jeremy had been about to say.

Mom’s eyes searched mine curiously before she smile broadly. “Okay, you two. Study hard. Sierra, make sure you’re home by ten.”

As soon as she left the room, I peered up at Jeremy, who was still staring after her.

“Jeremy?” I asked tentatively.

He gave me a nervous smile as he ran a hand through his messy hair. “I guess I’d better let you eat.” He leaned down and pecked on the cheek. “Meet you on the patio in half an hour?”

I nodded. Apparently, he wasn’t going to enlighten me on what he was going to say.

“Sounds good.”

“One more final and then you’re mine for the summer,” he said. “I can’t freaking wait.”

Neither could I.

Idiot.

I was such an idiot. I kept repeating the same thought in my head over and over again. Now that the school year was ending, Sierra and I had been together for almost nine months. Not much had really changed from us being friends. We were still inseparable. We were still best friends.

We were just…closer now. The only changes to our relationship had been physical ones, and it had brought us closer than before. That intimacy had been missing, and it a filled a void that I hadn’t even know was there.

Don’t get me wrong. All we did was hold hands and kiss. But we kissed a lot. Like, put-Jenna-and-Chris-to-shame a lot. Pretty much, from the moment my lips had first touched Sierra’s, they’d barely gone hours without having another little taste. Okay, so it was never really little, but you get the point.

At the young age of sixteen years old, I knew I’d never tire of kissing Sierra Sullivan.

So, like I was saying, things with Sierra were amazing. I’d never been happier. My grades were solid, thanks to our study sessions—yes, I wasn’t so distracted that I couldn’t get my schoolwork done. It probably helped that Sierra had a new way to incentivize our study sessions. Kisses for right answers? Hell, I’d be right every single time.

It was all just so…easy. We didn’t deal with the petty little games so many high school couples around us dealt with. I think it was because we’d already had a relationship established prior to dating. No one else had our level of trust. Which is why it was so damn easy to fall for her.

Yeah, you heard me right. I was a fallen man, and in all honesty, I’d be okay if I never got back up again.

I think a part of me had known that I’d been in love with Sierra all along, but it’d only been in the past couple of weeks that I’d let my mind wander there. I’d been trying to get up the courage to tell her. And tonight, when she had been rubbing up against me, telling me that she loved me all hot and sweaty—even if it had been coerced, I knew she’d meant it—had me wanting to blurt it out right away. I would have—if Vicky hadn’t walked in and saved the day.

But it made me realize I couldn’t hold those feelings in much longer. I had to tell Sierra how I felt. I just had to figure out the perfect way to do it.

TWO MONTHS LATER, I was finally ready. I know. I’m an idiot, and I’m slow. But now that I was back from football camp and hadn’t seen Sierra in over two weeks, I was more than ready to tell her how I felt.

As I waited on the beach, I went over my memorized speech, hoping like hell Sierra didn’t freak out. The sounds of the surf filled my ears, and the moonlight was shining off the water. When light footsteps sounded on the walkway leading to the gazebo, the nerves set in. Then a small gasp echoed around me.

My heart nearly stopped when I saw her standing there. A vision in yellow. My best friend. My girl. The love of my short life, and the girl who would blossom into the woman who would one day be my wife. Of that, I had no doubt. I never had. I never would.

I was sixteen years old and in love for the first time in my life. I couldn’t wait to tell her.

“Jeremy,” she asked, her voice breathless and whispery and sexy as hell. The ocean breeze whipped her hair around her face as she took a step towards where I was waiting on the sand. “What is this?”

She stopped at the top step and looked down at me. The white Christmas lights I’d strung up around the gazebo poles illuminated her beautiful face.

“Do you know what day it is?” I asked her.

She cocked her head to the side and wrinkled her nose. I smiled, because this day in history, seemingly so insignificant, ended up being the most important day of my life.

“Jeremy, I…” she trailed off, her face downcast while her eyes searched mine.

I took a step forward, placing my hands on the wooden rails in the open doorframe. “It’s okay, Sierra. It took me a moment to remember, too.”

Then I stepped back and shined my flashlight on the sand castle I’d built, much like the one I had so many years ago.

“Eight years, Sierra,” I whispered. “Eight years ago on this day, you entered my life right here in this very spot. There I was, making a castle, content to do it all on my own, when you appeared out of nowhere and changed my life forever. Eight years since you took hold of my heart. For eight years, you’ve had it, and I have no plans on ever taking it back.”

I stood on the step just below her and took her hands into mine. I gazed up into her eyes, hoping they portrayed the way I felt. Praying that all of my love and adoration was pouring from my soul and she was soaking up every drop.

“Sierra, I’m not a fancy guy. I don’t wear fancy clothes or drive a fancy car. I’m not the guy who will give you fancy words.”

“I’ve never needed fancy, Jeremy,” she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.

“And that’s part of why I love you,” I answered.

There it was. All out in the open. Simple. Yet oh so beautiful.

“You love me?” she asked, her voice shaky.

I nodded. “I love you, Sierra. I think I’ve always loved you. And I know I always will.”

She sniffled. Then, in a sudden rush, she flung her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She peppered my face with wet kisses before pulling back to look into my eyes. Her face breaking into a breathtaking smile while her shimmering blue eyes shone like the twinkling stars. “I love you, Jeremy. God, I love you so much. Ever since I was a little girl, I think I knew you were the one for me. I love you.”

My arms tightened around her waist as she dipped her head. Our lips met, and we sealed it with a kiss that had my heart exploding with all the love I had for her.

I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we’d do that. I knew that, one day, Sierra would agree to be my wife. I’d be told to kiss my bride.

I’d do it. And I’d never stop.

I couldn’t wait for that day to come.

Jeremy and I were supposed to be going to some country concert in Pensacola. I spent the day getting ready, having changed at least seven times. I finally decided on a little yellow sundress that highlighted my tan. My hair was in loose waves. It was Jeremy’s favorite style, and it was quickly becoming my own. By the time I was ready and pulling my cowgirl boots on, I was anxious to get the night started. Jeremy had been gone for the past two weeks at football camp, and I was itching to see him.

When the doorbell rang, I practically ripped the door off its hinges to get to him. I was surprised to see Jenna standing on my porch. I glanced around her, trying to spot my boyfriend, but he was nowhere in sight.

“Hey, Sierra. Jeremy wanted to tell you he was running late. Chris and I are going to go grab something to eat first, so we’ll just meet you two there. Okay?”

I tried to hide the disappointment on my face, but I knew I was failing. A week without Jeremy’s kisses was like a week without sunshine. And I desperately needed some Vitamin D. Or, in this case, some Vitamin J. I had no idea how I’d lasted two weeks without him.

“I can just come with you guys, He can meet us there.”

“No!” she shouted a little too quickly. “Umm, I mean, Jeremy wanted to go separately. Here,” she said, handing me an envelope before glancing at her watch. “Open that in precisely five minutes.”

I frowned when I saw my name scrawled in Jeremy’s handwriting. “Jenna, what’s going on?” I asked, but she was already darting down the steps and across the driveway.

She hopped into Chris’s car and gave me a final wave, and then they disappeared from sight.

Sighing, I plopped down on the top step and bided my time, waiting a long, agonizing five minutes until I could rip the envelope open.

Sierra,

First things first. Wipe the frown off your face. Yes, that frown. I know you’re probably wondering what’s going on, and I promise I’ll explain soon. I missed you these past two weeks, and I often found myself wondering how I ever lasted two and a half months without you last year. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to handle a long separation again. So face it, sweetheart, you’re stuck with me. For life. I don’t want to hear any complaining, either.

I just want to say thank you for taking a chance on me. On us. Every day I wake up, I’m thankful you’re mine. Every night when I go to sleep, I pray that you always will be.

Where you go, I go. But, for now, let’s have a little bit of a role reversal. I’m down at the gazebo. Will you go where I go? See you soon.

Jeremy

I reread his words three times, my heart melting into a little puddle every time. God, I’d missed him. I shot up and took off, sprinting all the way across the neighborhood until I got to the gazebo. Before I entered the walkway, I took a few deep breaths.

When my heart stopped racing, I drifted towards the gazebo. The sun had set, but lights came from the structure. As I got closer, I saw that Jeremy had strung white Christmas lights around the wooden frame.

He was standing in the sand, watching me intently. The next few minutes were a blurred whirlwind at the time, but I’d remember them with stunning clarity for the rest of my life.

“And that’s part of why I love you.”

My world stopped spinning at his words.

No, that wasn’t right.

My world started spinning, as if I’d been tilted off my axis and I’d needed Jeremy to put me back on my correct path again.

I blinked twice, trying to relive the last few moments. Replaying the words Jeremy had just said to me. But it was no use. No matter how many times I said them to myself, they didn’t seem real.

“You love me?” I asked, needing to hear him say the words again.

And he did. Over and over again until my heart was full of the love he was proclaiming.

That’s when I launched myself at him and told him my truth.

I loved him, too.

I’d loved him for half of my life.

And I knew I would love him for the rest of it.

I might have only been sixteen, but I knew that, for the rest of my life, however long or short that would end up being, I would never love anyone else the way I loved Jeremy.

THAT NIGHT, WHEN I was lying in bed, I replayed Jeremy’s words repeatedly in my head. Anxiety began to set in low in my belly as I wondered just how things were going to change. If they even were. I had no idea what expectations he might have had now that we’d both admitted we were in love. I loved Jeremy, but I wasn’t ready to push our physical relationship forward. At least, not yet.

At the same time, I didn’t want to disappoint him. What if he wanted more? What if I wasn’t good at it? What if it made him want someone else?

I chastised myself for that last thought. Jeremy wasn’t like that. He loved me, and he was mine. I would be enough for him. I had to be.

And I was right. Nothing in our relationship changed except that we both found great joy in saying, “I love you.” It was my new favorite phrase. It’d been two weeks since he’d dropped the L-bomb on me, and I was still basking in it.

I was also getting a little impatient, wondering why Jeremy hadn’t even tried making a move. Jenna gave me unsolicited details of what she and Chris did, and they caused me to blush. The last time, she had told me about some trick she’d learned in a magazine. She’d looked at me pensively then apologized because she refused to ever hear about the things I did with her brother. I wouldn’t have had much to say, to be honest. Sure, we still made out all the time, but at that point, Jeremy’s hand had only errantly grazed my boob, having gone nowhere my pants. We’d been stuck on first base for far too long. And I’d found I wanted to change that sooner rather than later.

Now that he’d crawled through the window and was in my bed, it was time. His fingers toyed with my waistband, and I squirmed because I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to get to whatever base that was, and I wanted to touch him, too.

He wasted no time bringing his lips to mine. His kisses were more passionate than ever before. He was so determined, whispering promises of how good he wanted to make me feel as he peppered kisses along my jawline while his hand slipped underneath my T-shirt and caressed my bare skin.

My back arched and his hand rose while his lips captured mine again. Jeremy’s kiss was demanding, his mouth hungrily moving over mine. It was overwhelming, intense, and I wanted it to last forever. I also wanted more, and I was finally going to take it.

It’d started as every other night, but as our kisses turned feverish, I knew things were about to change. My hand came up to his, and he tried to pull away. I stopped him, and with my thumb and forefinger, I unbutton my jeans and pushed his hand down.

“Sierra?” he asked, sounding hesitant and unsure.

“Touch me, Jeremy. Please.”

As worked up as I was, I couldn’t help the nerves that fluttered as our hands gravitated towards each other. We’d been dancing around this, inching closer and closer to the physical point of no return, but until now, we’d always stopped before taking the plunge. No longer. Finally, we were on the cusp and there was no turning back. Not that I wanted to.

Sure, I’d gotten myself off with my hand before—Jeremy’d been onto something with that whole mouse-clicking thing. Not that I’d ever admit it to him.

But this was going to be different. Jeremy was going to touch me in the most intimate of places. And, in turn, I’d do the same for him.

His fingers descended, and my heart raced liked a drag car barreling down the track, reckless, wild, and without abandon. Yet, somehow, with absolute confidence in the speed at which I was going. My breathing turned rapid as they slid inside my panties. Then it caught as his thumb, for the first time, grazed my clit. My hips arched reflexively, forcing his thumb to press harder. Tingling between my legs ignited, spreading pleasurable sensations throughout my body like wildfire. Only this was one inferno whose flames I’d never wish to be doused.

“Sierra,” he whispered. The awe in his voice was nearly my undoing.

My eyes fluttered open to see him gazing down at me. Awe was apparent in his eyes. As was his desire.

I sucked my bottom lip in then reached my own hand out, cupping his length. His extremely rock-hard length. My eyes didn’t move down, but I touched him—tentatively at first. No turning back now.

My fingers made their exploration, slipping inside his shorts and finding the evidence of his arousal. He was achingly rigid, sinewy, and smooth all at the same time. A sweet contradiction of hard male heat and silken flesh. It was nothing like I’d imagined.

His eyes closed as his fingers made their way down, exploring me and taking in all I had to offer. They glided with ease until he was teasing my entrance, his fingers already slick with the evidence of my arousal. I’d read about women getting wet, but I’d had no idea it could happen so quickly.

I watched with fascination as his Adam’s apple bobbed once, then twice, as my hand began to move, familiarizing itself with him. It was my turn to be in awe. The way it twitched, grew, and jerked as I stroked him up and down, slowly at first.

“God, that’s amazing,” he groaned as my thumb skimmed the silky head of him.

A small gasp escaped me at the presence of sticky liquid I’d assumed was pre-cum. God, had I done that to him? Already?

His eyes opened, revealing a swirling storm of desire, heat, and pained restraint.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

My hips immediately arched towards his exploring fingers while my own hand matched his fluid movements. With each stroke, I was rewarded with the hard pulse of his arousal.

I knew mine mirrored his. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. Our fingers moved in tandem, a perfect rhythm of exploration. The entire time his eyes held mine. It wasn’t long until we were both panting, both so close to the edge, both not wanting this to end. The tingling between my thighs was more intense than anything I’d ever felt before, and as my orgasm rose, I knew I’d never be the same again.

Jeremy had taken me to new heights, soared with me, and then we both went barreling over the edge.

The crash was so damn good.

Then I saw brilliant stars exploding in my vision.

I’d never be able to describe that feeling. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and I was electrified. My blood was liquid gas setting me aflame. I’d never known I could feel this alive, this satisfied, this desired.

It was the most incredible experience in my life, and I wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone other than Jeremy Banks.

Our mutual pleasuring hadn’t lasted long, but when we were done, I didn’t feel shy or regretful. I felt amazing. I felt confident. And I wanted to see Jeremy up close. So I turned my bedside lamp on and took a long, hard look.

It wasn’t, of course, the first time I’d seen a penis, but it was the first time I’d seen one up close. It was…interesting. Big and thick, and even though he’d just come, he was still hard. After our blissful interaction, I took my time studying it up close.

“Have you ever measured it?” I blurted.

His face reddened. That gave me my answer.

“Well? How many inches, Jeremy?”

He refused to tell me, so what did I do?

I found a ruler.

When I returned, he made me wait until he was hard again. That didn’t take too long once I started stroking him again.

Jeremy completely hard?

Eight inches.

I didn’t think a girl could complain about that.

The way he’d just made me feel? My very first orgasm from another’s hand?

A girl couldn’t complain about that, either.

Eight motherfucking inches.

I mean, it wasn’t porn star length (don’t ask me how I know that), but I was pretty damn proud of the size of my dick. And by the way Sierra’s eyes lit up when she read the number, I could tell she was impressed.

For weeks it’d been killing me to keep my hands off Sierra. Sometimes when we were kissing, I had to stop because I was getting too aroused. But I didn’t want to push her too hard, too fast, so I held myself back.

When she shoved my hand down her pants, I nearly came on the spot. And then when she touched me? Her bare hand on my dick? It took about ten seconds before I was coming all over her hand.

Clearly, Mandy Simpson hadn’t broken me. I’d just needed the beautiful love of my life to be the one bringing me both to life and to fruition. I didn’t mind that I’d gotten off so quickly. It made it easier to turn my full attention to pleasuring Sierra. When she was flushed, panting, and whispering my name as her inaugural orgasm racked through her body, I’d never been prouder.

It was another first, and I couldn’t wait to experience the rest.

Not that I’d ever push Sierra. In fact, we spent the rest of junior year learning each other’s bodies, but we never got close to actual sex. Not once.

I was completely okay with it. I was with the girl of my dreams, and I always would be. Sex would come when it did. Organically. When we were both ready. Until then, I’d be content with whatever I had.

With Sierra, I already had everything.