A Summer to Remember

chapter 16





The next couple of days seemed to drag on endlessly. I spent most of my time with Lily doing anything I could to help pass the time. I talked to Adrian off and on but he’d been really busy with work and by the time he got off, he was usually ready to go to bed.

When Friday finally arrived, I woke up with a smile on my face. I felt like a little kid on Christmas. I couldn’t wait to see him! I felt bad he had to work long days so I just wanted to do something that would make him feel better.

I went to the store and it took me a good hour to pick up everything I needed for dinner. It took twenty minutes alone just to find the right kind of wine to go with our dinner. I wasn’t a big drinker, but Lily and I got fake IDs our junior year in high school and I still used it on occasion.

When I reached the address he gave me, I turned and drove down the driveway to the garage behind the house like he told me to. I wasn’t entirely comfortable going to his house without him, but I knew it would make him happy knowing I was attempting to make myself at home. His parents had an average sized house. I guess that would explain why he wanted to move out, it was a small space for so many people. He said he would leave the key under the lid of the small black grill at the top of the stairs. I opened the lid and there it was. I put the key into the lock and turned the knob. He said the light switch was on the left. I reached over to the wall, felt around for the switch, and flipped it on. I looked around the room and was a little surprised at what I saw.

His place was kind of nice. I guess I was expecting it to look more like the frat houses we’d been to, with empty beer cans, ashtrays, and posters of naked women lining the walls. This didn’t have any of that. He didn’t have a lot, but the stuff he did have was nice. There was a small kitchen with a sink and a full size stove and fridge to my left. It opened up into a living room with a small blue couch and a wooden coffee table. He had a large flat screen TV, his Xbox, and a good-sized movie collection in a black TV stand. Then there were two doorways, one led to a small bathroom and the other to a bedroom. I caught a glimpse of a digital clock in the bedroom and realized Adrian would be home soon.

I went into the kitchen and started prepping everything to be cooked. It was rather quiet, so I turned on some music on my phone and started cooking. No more than fifteen minutes later Adrian walked in the door. He smiled the minute he saw me.

“I could get used to this.” He came inside and closed the door behind him. He was covered in dirt from head to toe. “I’d come over there and give you a huge hug but I’m going to shower first.”

“No problem, you have plenty of time.”

“Great!” He headed for the bathroom.

I concentrated on finishing up what I had left of dinner. I jumped when I felt two arms enclose my waist. I must have been too wrapped up in my cooking and music to realize he’d come out of the bathroom.

“It smells delicious.” He sent goose bumps up my neck as he whispered in my ear.

“It’ll be done in just a few minutes.” I turned around to face him and about lost my breath. I had to lean back against the counter to steady myself. The muscles I was always daydreaming about were right there, in my face. The only thing left to my imagination was the portion covered by the towel around his waist. I ran my hand down his chest to his perfectly chiseled abs.

The timer on the oven started to beep obnoxiously.

“You should probably put some clothes on. Dinner’s ready.” He smiled and walked into the bedroom. I stood there and watched like an idiot until the door was completely closed. Then I turned around to shut off the timer.

He came back out with a pair of black basketball shorts on just as I was setting our two plates down on the coffee table. Luckily, I had just set them down or I probably would’ve dropped them all over the floor as he still had no shirt on.

“Sorry I don’t have a table. I don’t have people coming over to feed me very often.” He plopped down on the couch and waited for me to join him.

“Don’t worry about it. You can go ahead and start, you’re probably starving.” I grabbed the wine and two glasses out of the cabinet and took them to the couch.

“This is absolutely delicious,” he said after chewing a bite of the steak.

“Thank you.” I took a bite of mine. It was pretty good.

“I don’t even remember the last time I had a home cooked meal. It was probably the last time I was at Brian’s house.”

“Your parents don’t cook?”

“Not unless you consider frozen pizzas cooking.” I felt bad for him. I guess I never knew what it would be like not to have a home-cooked meal a couple times a week. It was one of my favorite things about living at home. Even when I move out I’d still probably go to my parents’ for dinner a few times a week.

“Well, sounds like I’ll have to cook for you more often. Maybe we can make this a weekly thing.”

“You have no idea how awesome that would be. It doesn’t take long to get sick of eating ramen noodles, frozen meals, and fast food.”

As we ate and watched some TV, I couldn’t help but steal a few glances his way to admire him every couple of minutes. Not just because he was shirtless and, well, gorgeous, but because I could tell he was truly enjoying the meal I made him.

“So how was your day?” I asked as I took a sip of my wine. I did a good job, this wine went perfectly with the marinade I used on the steak.

“Long and hot.” He grabbed the wine glass out of my hand and set both his and mine on the table. “It’s a lot better now that I’m here with you.” He put his hand on the side of my face and pulled me in for a kiss. It didn’t take long before we were in a full-blown make-out session.

I decided to move in closer. I straddled his lap and kissed him while I let my hands explore his bare chest and arms. I kissed his lips, trailing them up his jaw line and down his neck. Before I could go any further, I felt his hands on my skin right below the hemline of my shirt. I sat back and he pulled my shirt over my head. I watched the look on his face as he admired what he saw.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he whispered. I did as I was told. He grabbed my thighs, picked me up and headed to the bedroom. I started to get a little nervous. I’m not sure why, I obviously knew where all this was heading, but that ten second walk to the bedroom was actually giving me time to think this through. This wasn’t my first time, but it would be my first time with someone other than Jason.

Adrian flopped me down on the bed and kissed my neck, chest, and trailed down to my belly button. Suddenly all the nervousness I had disappeared. I sat up and unsnapped my bra. He grabbed the straps off each shoulder and carefully slid them down my arms and tossed it to the side. I laid back and unbuttoned my jeans, he took his time sliding them down my legs. He took in every second of what was going on. When my jeans were off, he removed his own shorts. I was a little embarrassed, so I didn’t let my eyes leave his.

He climbed on top of me, pulled off the last remaining item of clothing I had on, and tossed it to the side. He kissed down my neck and explored my chest and stomach with his lips and tongue. He took a minute to stop, opened up the nightstand drawer and pulled out a silver wrapper. While he was getting situated, I noticed how nicely the bed was made as I pulled down the comforter and climbed under. After a few seconds, he climbed under with me. He rested on his side as he rubbed his hands up and down my body. The anticipation was killing me. I grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of me.

“Are you sure about this?” He looked me in the eyes as he brushed a piece of hair from my face. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to mine.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”