Free When Summer Ends by Isabelle Rae Page A

and thought our time together was
perfection. My mouth was so dry that I knew I wouldn’t be able to speak, so
instead I just nodded in acceptance.
    His eyes widened, a smile twitched at the corner of his full
pink lips. “Is that a yes?” Hope coloured his voice as he spoke.
    “Yes,” I croaked.
    He made a little growl of victory and crashed his lips back
to mine again. The kiss was different this time. Maybe it was because I was now
officially his girlfriend, or maybe it was because we were spread on his bed
and both knew what was about to happen. Whatever the reason, the kiss was full
of fire and passion, but yet still so sweet and intimate that it made my
insides tremble with happiness.
     
    After, we lay in a tangled mess, our bodies slick against the
other. I closed my eyes contentedly, just lying in his arms, resting my head on
his chest. That experience had been beautiful. He was incredible, patient,
passionate, caring, and yet still so mind numbingly good that even now, after a
couple of minutes, I was still trying to catch my breath and calm my body. It
hadn’t been my first time, I’d been sexually active with my ex-boyfriend, Nick,
but because of the emotions and feelings that went into it, it kind of felt
like it was my first time. It had been a life altering experience, and I knew
that if for whatever reason this didn’t work out with him, he would always be
the one I compared everyone else to. He would always be the one that totally
rocked my world.
    The thought of it not working out made my stomach ache. As I
listened to his heart slowly returning to normal, I silently prayed I was
enough to keep him interested. He blew out a big breath so I looked up at him,
resting my chin on his chest. He smiled down at me, tracing one finger across
my face, down the line of my nose and across my cheekbone. I wasn’t sure what
my face looked like, but I would bet my bottom dollar that my expression
mirrored his in that moment. He looked enthralled, satisfied and contented.
    “So that’s what that feels like,” he said quietly, gripping my
waist and pulling me up so my face was level with his.
    I looked at him quizzically. He raised his head, peppering
little kisses on my face where his finger had been seconds before. I closed my
eyes, smiling happily as he clamped me to him. “That’s what what feels
like?” I asked breathlessly, realising that I didn’t actually understand what
he meant.
    He lowered his head back to the pillow. His hand came up to
the back of my head, tangling in my hair. “Making love to your girlfriend,” he answered,
guiding my mouth back down to his, stealing my breath.
     
    Will honestly was the best boyfriend ever. He was incredibly sweet
and attentive, buying me little things and calling and texting me all the time.
I was seriously falling hard for him. It had been almost two weeks since he
asked me to be exclusive with him and every day just seemed to get better and
better. I had spent quite a few nights at his place, which he even cleaned for
me, a proper clean too, not just a simple throw the vacuum around type of
clean. He didn’t even pay the neighbours kid to come and do it, he did it
himself. He continued to take me on inventive dates, each one surpassing the
one before in the fun stakes. The passion between us was out of this world too
which just seemed like the cherry on top of an extremely well frosted cake.
    I was actually pretty sad today. School reopened today and
it was my first day as a senior. I didn’t want to go though, this summer had
been amazing, and I didn’t want to go back to a normal life of sitting in class
all day and having homework assignments at night. I wanted to spend time with
Will. Before I even got out of bed I grabbed my phone and checked to see I had
a new message from him:
    ‘Hey
Cutie, missed U last night x’
    I grinned and text him back that I’d missed him too. We
hadn’t spoken much yesterday, actually, we’d spent almost the whole