“I’m sorry,” I blurted.
“For what?” she asked, tilting her head and scrunching her eyebrows together.
Leaving her eyes, mine trailed their way down to her poked out bottom lip. I just wanted to kiss it. Maybe even suck on it and lightly nip it. Instead I let out a breath.
“Gabe. What?” she questioned again.
“Pushing.”
“Pushing?” she asked. “I don’t understand,” she said, shaking her head.
Shrugging, I looked into her eyes. “I like you Sarah. I like you a lot, and I don’t want to push this and go too fast. I want us to enjoy each other’s company and not rush into things we’ll regret later.” I ducked my head down because I was a bit embarrassed. I was practically turning into a girl where my feelings were concerned. I swear if I started to cry I would cut my own balls off.
“Gabe, please look at me,” Sarah whispered.
Looking up into her gorgeous blue eyes, I saw she had a sneaky, sexy little smile on her face.
“What are you smiling about, Sarah?”
Grabbing my hand, she rested it on her yoga pants.
“Sarah, what are you doing?”
Ignoring me, Sarah trailed the hand up between her legs. After grabbing my middle finger and flipping my hand upside down so my palm was facing upwards, she trailed it along her crotch.
Holy fuck, she’s soaked. Gasping for air, my eyes darted to Sarah’s. “Fuck, Sarah,” I groaned.
Shrugging, Sarah leaned into me and whispered, “So you see, Gabe, you’re not pushing. When I felt your hard cock, my panties got soaked. I’m actually going to have to go wipe myself up after I tell you this, but I wanted you to know that you’re not pushing.” Leaning away from me, Sarah smirked. “Let’s just let this flow naturally. No organizing or planning—except when it comes to school and that damn Astronomy class,” she said with a giggle.
Wow, is this girl for real? Half of my mouth pulled up into a grin and my head tilted. I couldn’t believe how cool she was.
Grabbing her water, Sarah took a gulp. Setting it back down onto the table, she looked at me. “What?”
“You’re just not like most girls,” I blurted.
“I think you just dated a bunch of bitches before me,” she said with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders.
“Oh yeah? Why do you say that?” I was really curious as to what she had to say to that.
Nodding her head towards Taylor, I looked over that way and smirked. The girl was complaining, actually complaining about how one of her nails chipped and that she had to go get them fixed the second school let out.
“Need I say more than that?” Waving her hand, she said, “Anyway, I just—” pausing, she whispered, “I’m not like them.”
“Them? Sarah, I hate to break it to you, but you’re a girl.” I looked down at her * and then back up to her eyes. “Well, at least I hope you are,” I joked.
“Hey!” she yelled as she smacked me on the leg.
I laughed at her, then stopped. “What do you mean?” I asked, curious.
“I’m just, I lost my dad when I was younger, Gabe. You already know that. Anyway, I learned what’s important in life.” Nodding towards Taylor, she then looked at me and smiled. “And what’s not.”
I didn’t mean to ask it, but I asked anyway. “What’s important to you?”
Looking off in the distance, she smiled and looking back towards me. “I want a marriage where there are a few fights, but we’re happy. We can be best friends where we joke around and laugh and tickle each other. We can be parents to our kids and when they’re asleep we can be together.” Waving her hand, she said, “I don’t know.”
“What else?”
She scrunched her eyebrows together and took a moment to consider. “Um, I want a few kids who don’t have to grow up too fast. I want a home.” She furrowed her brow. “Not a house, but a home where we’re comfortable and we can raise a family and maybe grandkids.” Pausing, she lowered her head. “That’s what I want.”
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure if I would scare her away. Instead, I just grabbed her hand and held it tightly.
Sarah looked down at our hands and I watched her smile. Lifting her eyes up to meet mine, her smile grew, and I wondered what exactly she was thinking. I wondered if it was the same thing I was. That one day, I could make that happen for her. I wanted to, more than I would’ve cared to admit.
***
“OMG, I’m so excited to go on the roller coasters!” Sarah cheered.
Placing my hand on her upper thigh, I leaned in to her. “Excited much?” I whispered.
Quickly she turned her head to look at me. Glancing down at my crotch for a split second, her eyes traveled back up to mine. “Mmm,” she moaned.
“You better stop doing that,” I growled.