When Summer Ends

by Isabelle Rae

  I reluctantly nodded. I guess the time would pass quickly enough; I would still get to hang out with him and kiss him. Maybe the waiting would make it better in the long run; I could tell he felt uncomfortable with me being this close to him. “Okay yeah I guess, if that’s what you want I can go along with it,” I grudgingly agreed.

  He smiled gratefully. “Thank you. I honestly do love you, Cutie. As soon as you’re old enough and have left school I swear there is nothing in this world that will stop me from being with you over and over. I’ll make it worth the wait I promise… that’s if you still want me then of course,” he teased, tracing his finger along my bottom lip, making my mouth water.

  I didn’t even bother to answer the ‘if you still want me’ comment, that didn’t justify a response because it was so ludicrous. Okay, so he said no touching of skin, does that mean I can touch him over clothes? “Will?”

  “Mmm?” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck lightly, making me tip my head back to give him better access.

  “You said no skin, right? So over clothes is fine?” I whispered huskily.

  He groaned against my neck. “I don’t know, Cutie, I guess so.”

  I rolled him onto his back, moving on top of him, straddling him. I could feel how excited he was downstairs, and it was making my whole body ache. “I think over clothes is a nice compromise,” I whispered, kissing him passionately.

  He moaned in the back of his throat, and the sound made my heart start to race in my chest. His hands trailed down my back, but he stopped just before he got to my ass and I couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated about it. He kissed me just as fiercely as I was kissing him. Unconsciously I ground my hips against him, making a little burst of pleasure shoot around my body. He moaned into my mouth and gripped my hips, holding them still when I tried to do it again.

  I pushed his hands off of me, interlacing our fingers. “This is over clothes,” I whispered, grinding on him again, loving how intimately we were rubbing together.

  He groaned. “Chloe, dry humping isn’t really something-” he started, but I ground against him harder making him stop talking and look at me lustfully. Oh yeah, he definitely likes that! “We… It’s not… I…” he stuttered, looking torn.

  “There are better things you could be doing with your mouth than talking, Will,” I whispered, brushing my lips over his lightly.

  His hands left mine, one tangled into the back of my hair, pulling my mouth down to his roughly. I smiled against his lips as he wrapped his other arm around me, rolling me onto my back, kissing me like it was the last thing he’d ever do. His kissing was amazing; every nerve ending was on fire as my whole body tingled. He made me feel so special just because of how much he wanted me too. This incredible boy wanted me, out of everyone he could choose, he chose me. I’d never take his love for granted, ever.

  “I love you, Will,” I mumbled breathlessly.

  He pulled back and grinned. “I love you too,” he whispered. His breathing was just as ragged as mine.

  The make out session was getting hotter and hotter by the second, but he didn’t once try to overstep the invisible line that he’d drawn. I did though. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own. When one hand pushed down the back of his jeans so I could squeeze his ass, he pulled it back out quickly, pressing his face into the side of my neck, rubbing his nose along the skin there. “That was naughty, Miss Henderson,” he whispered, biting my neck lightly.

  “So give me detention then, Mr Morris,” I teased, giggling.

  He laughed and pulled back slightly, hovering above me as he brushed the hair from my face softly. “Seriously, over clothes, please?” he begged. I took comfort in the fact that he looked like he hated this agreement as much as I did.

  I nodded. “Over clothes,” I agreed, raising my head and kissing his lips softly.

  He nodded and kissed the tip of my nose before pushing himself up, taking my hands and pulling me up to sitting. “I’m going to order the food,” he stated.

  I smiled and nodded. “You go do that, and I’ll choose a movie to watch.”

  He looked at me so softly, so tenderly that it made my heart race in my chest. “I’d rather just watch you.”

  I giggled under his intense gaze. “Then you can watch me, and I’ll watch the movie,” I teased, flicking his nose like he always did to me. He just stood there looking at me with a small satisfied smile on his face. “What are you waiting for? Shoo, go order the food!” I ordered, waving my hand towards the door jokingly.

  “I love you, Cutie,” he said casually, before turning and heading to the kitchen to get the menu.

  My heart melted into a puddle. I seriously wasn’t getting used to that phrase coming out of his mouth, every time he said I wanted to jump for joy. I sighed contentedly, slumping down on the sofa with a big goofy grin on my face. Nine months was going to feel like a long time, but I was pretty sure he’d cave on that at some point. Someone like Will wouldn’t be able to wait that long for sex. At least, I hoped he wouldn’t be able to wait anyway, because I sure as heck didn’t want to.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  That night passed in a blur. Saturday was the happiest I had been in a long time. Just chilling in Will’s apartment, holding his hand, and talking to him like we used to was incredible. We settled back into our old routine so easily that it was almost like magic. The only trouble was that the hours that I spent with him just didn’t seem enough; the night had finished too soon. He dropped me home with a small kiss and one of his beautiful smiles. It took me hours to fall asleep that night, all I could hear was him telling me he loved me.

  On Sunday, I had to go and meet Amy so we could go shopping for her date with Ryan. She was ridiculously eager about it, so happy that I didn’t even get a word in for almost an hour as we marched around the mall, trying on every single cute dress they had there. I just smiled knowingly and let her ramble on about him; she’d liked him for so long that I didn’t want to interrupt her with my happy news.

  After answering my twelfth text from Will, Amy frowned and looked at my phone. “Who do you keep texting? Nick?” she asked, holding up a short blue skirt inspecting every inch of it before putting it back on the rack, shaking her head.

  I smiled and took a deep breath. “Will,” I corrected, watching her mouth drop open in shock.

  She grabbed my arm and yanked me closer to her. “Will? As in, Mr Hottie teacher who you used to go out with?” she hissed with wide eyes.

  I laughed. “You know any other Wills?”

  Her nails dug into my forearm, making me wince. “Oh my God, you… he… what?”

  I smiled and pried her death grip off of my arm. “We got back together. But you can’t say anything to anyone!” I said sternly.

  She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, and I laughed at how silly she looked. I blushed and looked around the store quickly to make sure no one was in here that I knew because she was going to have a squealing fit in exactly five… four… three… two…

  “OH MY GOD, CHLOE!” she shouted as she gripped my shoulders and shook me a little in excitement.

  I giggled and shook my head, putting my finger to my lips. “Shhh!” I instructed. “You need to chill, Amy! We need to keep it quiet, so shush!” I winced as a lady next to us looked at us curiously before turning and walking out of the shop, muttering under her breath about us being ‘up to no good’.

  Amy clamped her hand over her mouth, still looking extremely excited as she nodded. “Tell me!” she mumbled, the words were barely discernible through her hand.

  I sighed dreamily and checked to make sure no one was listening again before launching into everything. I told her about the paintballing and how he had chased me because he wanted to shoot me in the ass. I told her about what he said about trying to stay away from me; how he told me he loved me and then kissed me. I told her how I went to his place last night, and that we talked and watched a movie. I told her how we agreed to carry on
seeing each other but how we were going to keep it quiet until after I graduated.

  The whole time I was talking she just listened with wide eyes and her hand clamped tightly over her mouth, making little squeaking noises every now and again. When I was finally done telling her, I felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I didn’t realise how good that would feel to say the words to someone else, to have someone else know that Will loved me made it seem a little more real.

  Her hand slowly came off of her mouth, she looked so happy for me that her whole face was alight. “Oh, Chloe, I told you he still liked you! I freaking told you! Didn’t I tell you?” she chirped excitedly.

  I laughed and nodded. “Yeah go on, rub it in, and get all of your ‘I told you so’ comments out now!” I joked, laughing.

  She laughed and pulled me into a hug. “I’m so happy for you, but man you need to be careful! If anyone finds out…” she trailed off, cringing. I winced thinking about how much trouble he would be in, even I would get expelled, not that I was bothered because it would be totally worth it, but I couldn’t stand the thought of him being in trouble because of me.

  “I know. Please don’t say anything, okay?” I asked, giving her my begging face.

  “Of course not, did you really need to ask?” she scoffed, waving her hand dismissively.

  I laughed and linked my arm through hers. “Come on then, let’s get you a knockout dress for your date, and then we’ll both have our dream men.”

  For the rest of the afternoon we shopped, talking in hushed whispers about Will, how hot and sweet he was, and how adorable he was buying me flowers last night. She smirked at me when I told her there was nothing going on between Miss Teller and him, and when I mentioned that he was jealous of Olly, she shot me the ‘I told you so’ look again.

  By the time we had found the perfect dress, it was almost five o’clock, so we headed over to her place to get her ready for her date. I skipped back to my house once she’d been picked up, and found Nick sitting on my sofa, chatting easily to my parents.

  I plopped down next to him and smiled. “You do know you don’t live here, right?” I teased, nudging his shoulder with mine.

  “Yeah, but your mom is cooking for me tonight,” he chirped, grinning happily. “I brought my calculus books, thought we could make a start ready for next week?”

  I groaned loudly. The subject was getting easier, but the thought of doing it on a Sunday night wasn’t a particularly appealing prospect to me. I already knew I wasn’t seeing Will tonight; he was working at the club to pay for the tickets that he got for me.

  I sighed and nodded. “Yeah I guess. Want to listen to some music for a while or something? We can study after dinner,” I offered, nodding towards the stairs.

  My dad cleared his throat. “You two are still broken up?” he questioned, looking at Nick sternly.

  I laughed and nodded. “Yeah, Dad. We’re just friends, you can like Nick still, don’t worry,” I answered, kissing the top of his head as I made my way past.

  “Okay good. Let me know if I have to switch back into overprotective dad mode, pumpkin,” he called, grinning and winking at me.

  I rolled my eyes; I wanted desperately to tell him about Will. I would love to bring Will home to meet my parents, but it was probable that my dad would scare him away from me; he did get pretty intense when it came to new boyfriends. He liked to test them, to see how much they liked me and pushed them to their limits. If they passed the test, then he went easy on them – like Nick. If they didn’t do so well on the test, then he would keep up the tough act until they ran – like Olly would have probably done eventually, if we hadn’t already broken up.

  I grabbed Nick’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs, just wanting to have a normal conversation about anything that wasn’t Will or dating. The more I thought about Will the more I missed him. I needed a distraction and Nick would fit that perfectly.

  He flopped on my bed while I walked over to my collection of DVDs. “Want to watch a movie instead of listening to music?” I asked, thumbing through the titles, going for anything non-romantic so my mind wouldn’t wander to Will again. I settled on Transformers, Nick liked that one. Well, he liked Megan Fox anyway, and I wasn’t opposed to a little Shia LeBeouf so it was a perfect choice.

  I settled on my bed next to him, putting my head on his chest, using him like a pillow as we started watching. About half way through my cell phone started ringing. I lazily pointed to it on the side next to Nick. “Answer that for me?” I asked. I was half asleep because of how long I had been thinking about Will last night before finally dozing off. “Tell them I’ll call them back, whoever it is,” I mumbled, waving dismissively.

  Nick smiled and picked up my vibrating phone, answering it for me. “Hello? Er, can she call you back? She’s a little busy right now… yeah okay, I’ll tell her.” Nick closed my phone and put it back on the side. I yawned and pulled the blanket up over my feet, just deciding to tap a nap before dinner, when Nick spoke again, “It was some dude called Will, he sounded pretty pissed about something. I said you’d call him back.”

  I jerked up. Will? What is he doing calling me, he should be at work! Pissed? Why would he sound annoyed? I grabbed my phone, making Nick laugh as I practically fell on top of him in my eagerness. My heart was beating out of my chest. Was something wrong? Was he not working and he wanted to see me or something? The last thought made a smile tug at the corners of my mouth as I dialled his number, ignoring Nick looking at me curiously. He obviously wanted to know who Will was, I didn’t know any other Will’s so he probably didn’t either.

  Will answered almost immediately. Nick was right, he did sound a little angry as he growled a “Hey.”

  “Hey you, what’s up? I thought you were working tonight.” I chewed on my lip.

  “I am, I just thought I’d call and say hi. I haven’t spoken to you all day, but you’re obviously too busy to talk to me though, so it’s cool,” he answered a little too quickly.

  “I’m not busy; Nick and I are just watching a movie before we study. I didn’t really want to talk to anyone. I didn’t realise it would be you though; otherwise I would have answered the call myself,” I said, frowning a little. Was he jealous of Nick? I prayed with every bone in my body that he wasn’t, I couldn’t stand possessive or controlling guys, and I would hate it if he was like that.

  “Oh. Okay, yeah good. I thought you just didn’t want to talk to me,” Will muttered. I could just imagine the face he would be pulling right now, the little lost boy look with the slightly pouty lip.

  I smiled. “Of course I want to talk to you, silly boy. I just thought that it wouldn’t be you. Are you not working?” I asked, settling back against the headboard.

  “Yeah I am. I just missed you. I’m on my break so I wanted to say hi,” he answered, sounding happier now. I breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t jealous, just annoyed because he thought I didn’t want to talk to him.

  “Well then, hi,” I replied, grinning happily now. He laughed. I sighed contentedly at the sound, closing my eyes as I talked quietly to him for about ten minutes, keeping him amused while he was on his break. Nick just sat there, watching the movie and texting on his cell until I was done.

  When I hung up the phone, he looked at me curiously. “New boyfriend?”

  I nodded and bit my lip. “Yeah. It’s early days though so I don’t want to talk about it and jinx anything,” I lied, squirming a little uncomfortably. I didn’t want to lie to Nick, but I also couldn’t have another person knowing the truth.

  He nodded, seeming satisfied with my answer; we settled back to watch the end of the movie until my mom called us both down to dinner.

  The next few weeks went to fast I could barely keep up with them. Amy and I went to see Daniel Masters. We were both still gushing about it weeks later. I owed Will a serious thank you for that one; I was gradually paying it off with kisses though, like we’d agreed.

  He was the m
ost adorable boyfriend anyone ever had. So sweet at times that I’m surprised I had any teeth left. I saw him every Saturday and Sunday. He slipped back into the inventive date mode that we had before, but now we were just a little more careful with where we went. The best date we’d been on recently was what he called ‘blind croquet’, we played it in a field with a flashlight each. It was almost impossible to play the game in the dark, but it was the most I had laughed in a long time, especially when he slipped over, dragging me down with him and then we had a kind of rolling in the mud make out session. I saw him a couple of nights during the week too, but those were usually limited to a takeout and DVD at his place. Because of my parents imposed curfew, we didn’t have time to drive to the next town to go to the movies or dinner and get back before eleven.

  Everything was working out perfectly. During school hours he was no more than a teacher to me, not singling me out at all, maybe smiling at me a little more than necessary, but the damn boy didn’t let me out of my homework or anything which was a bummer. I was at least hoping to get preferential treatment, but he had made it that clear that wasn’t happening. Will and his damn morals!

  Physically he wouldn’t let us do anything other than kissing and the occasional fumble over clothes. I could see how much it pained him to stop me when I got a little carried away, so I tried really hard to stick to his boundaries, but it was hard. We were managing, but I felt a little happier at the end of each day, because with the passing of each day, meant one less day I had to wait to get my hands on his body.

  Every day I felt my love for him grow a little more. The more time I spent with him, the more I wanted. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of his time and attention - thankfully it seemed like he felt the same. I would often catch him just staring at me while I watched a movie, thinking I didn’t know he was doing it. We would just lie there side by side sometimes, not speaking, with him just playing with a strand of my hair, a smile satisfied smile on his face. It was sweet, easy, and so darned romantic that it made my heart race in my chest.