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"Why? It's not fu
She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I love the idea of bringing life into the world. Being one of the first to hold a miracle, you know? Babies—that's what they are. Miracles. I guess I like kids, too. Always have. So I'll just settle for childcare. Hopefully that won't involve too much blood." She chuckled to herself.
"It's called Hemophobia, you know? The fear of blood."
Her eyes went wide. "I know that. But how do you?"
I shrugged. I wasn't about to tell her I googled it the night I met her at Jake's house. "They say it's normally caused by trauma in childhood, or adolescence. Did something happen?"
She looked away. "Nope. Not that I know of," she said quickly. "So, that's me. I'm pretty boring."
"No, you most definitely are not boring."
She rolled her eyes, "You're just saying that because you want to get layooked."
I laughed. Hard.
She laughed with me, leaning into me hard enough that we both end up laying down, her on top of me.
I brushed the hair away from her face "I like you, Amanda. You're something else."
She leaned down and kissed me. Slowly. Softly. Then she pulled back, covered her mouth, and let out the biggest yawn known to man.
I had to laugh. "Am I boring you?"
She shook her head, still yawning. It ended with a grunt. "No, Logan. I'm so sorry. I'm just so tired. I normally have a quick nap after work, but I didn't and I guess—"
I cut in, "It's fine."
She sat up, and stretched.
I sat up, too. Then we just looked at each other. We both knew it was time, but I sure as hell didn't want it to be over.
She smiled sadly at me. "I guess you should probably take me home."
I broke our gaze and looked down. "Yeah, I guess." I ran the back of my fingers on her palm and the inside of her wrist.
"Yeah, I guess," she said quietly. I lifted my eyes to hers; she was looking down at our hands. "Or—I mean, I just need a power nap, and I'm good to go. Fifteen minutes," she said. Her eyes came back to mine, she looked unsure of herself.
I couldn't help the grin that took over. Maybe—just maybe—she felt the same for me as I felt for her.
I picked her up and walked over to the bed, lifted the covers and lowered her onto it. I kissed her on her forehead. "Goodnight, pretty girl."
"Where are you going?" She pulled on my hand.
I shrugged.
She scooted over.
I didn't even hesitate.
Then we just lay there, side by side, on our backs.
I felt the bed move and turned my head. She was on her side, her eyes half closed. "Just a quick powernap," she assured. I don't know whether she was speaking to herself or me.
"Okay," I said.
Then she scooted closer. I turned to my side and did the same. Her eyes opened fully, then locked on mine.
"Logan," she whispered.
I swallowed.
She moved closer.
I did the same.
A buzzing intensity ran through my body. We were so close.
Then I kissed her.
Our mouths moved. Our chests heaved. But nothing else.
No hands. No sounds. Nothing.
Nothing around us.
Not a single fucking thing. In that moment—it was just her.
Then she moved closer, her entire body flushed mine.
Our breathing got heavy.
She picked up my arm and positioned it over her waist. I pulled her closer to me. And without me realizing, her hips had started moving. Thrusting. Like she needed some form of relief. I wanted to give it to her. I had to give it to her. My hand went to her stomach. Lower. And lower. Until it was just above her pants. My fingers dipped under the band. Her hand stopped me. She pulled it out but placed in between her legs, over her pants. I could feel the warmth. I started touching her. She kissed me deeper. Harder. Her breathing got heavier, more erratic. I needed to give it to her. She moaned into my mouth. Then moved to lie on her back. Her knees raised. Her legs spread. Her fingers curled in my hair. I never stopped touching her. Then her hips started moving again. Pushing into my hand. All I could do was cup her and hope that it was enough. "I want to touch you," I whispered against her lips.
She never broke the kiss. "Not tonight." I kissed her deeper, my hands moving faster.
"Oh—shit—mm." She kept up with the kissing. "Shit. Stop," she said. But her hips never stopped moving.
"Why?" I asked her.
She pulled back, her head landing on the pillow. She bit her lip, her breathing sounding more and more like moans. "I'm go
I watched as her head started thrashing from side to side.
Then her body stiffened.
I slowed my movements.
Her eyes shut tight.
I watched it all.
Then she let out a breath with a whoosh. Her eyes slowly opened, they met mine. She kissed me once. "That was kind of embarrassing."
"No." I said seriously. "It was kind of beautiful."
Her eyes drifted shut again. "Just a powernap," she repeated.
"Okay."
She turned on her side again, with her face on my chest. Her arm went around me, and her legs tangled with mine. I did the same. "Huh." I heard her say.
And that's how we stayed. In each other’s arms, holding on to this night.
I didn’t wanted to let go.
Ever.
Maybe it was too soon.
Maybe it was too intimate.
Maybe it was too perfect.
***
"OH.MY.GOD!" she yelled. "Guess fucking time it is?"
I sat up, still half asleep. I must’ve dozed off, too. "I don't know."
"No, Logan, guess ?!"
I rubbed my eyes. "I don't know, like, midnight?"
She showed me her phone. "It's four a.m."
"What? It can't be." I focused my eyes and took the phone from her hands.
She nodded her head dramatically, her eyes wide. "I have to be at work in five hours! You have to take me home. Like, right now!" She panicked and made a move to leave, but I held her back and pulled her into my arms. "Or..." I began. "You can just stay the night here and I'll drive you to work when it's time."
She kissed me once, and then pulled away. She eyed our surroundings, and then faced me again. Then she was quiet, thinking. "I don't think that's such a good idea," she stated.
I nodded, thinking about touching her again. "Yeah, you're probably right."
She got out of bed and so did. I pulled out a new shirt from my dresser and grabbed my car keys. She walked towards the bathroom, her jeans in hand. I stopped her. "Just wear them, give them back to me next time I take you out."
She smiled. "Okay."
***
We got to her house faster than I'd like. At one point I glanced over and saw her nervously chewing on her lip. I leaned over, took her hand in mine and gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. We didn't talk much; I guess we were both rehashing the night. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but I knew that I definitely wanted to see her again.
I pulled into her driveway and switched the car off, turning in my seat to look at her. She smiled softly then turned to open her door.
"Wait." I said, "Just wait there, I'll get that."
I jumped out of the car, ran to her side, opening the door for her. She got out and I closed it behind her. She leaned back against it and looked up at me. Her hand reaches out and pulled at my shirt until my body was pressed against hers. Then her arms were around my neck and my hands automatically went to her waist. She kissed me once. "So, I had a good night. Thank you, Logan."