by Lexie Davis
“I don’t know. Everything. Crap on my mind. Plans for the future. Stuff I wanted to remember forever.”
“Any juicy stuff?” He flipped through the pages.
She stopped. Her eyes grew wide and she grabbed the book from him. “No more.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” She tried to move away from him before he could grab her and ended up tripping over one of the containers. “Oh, my goodness. I need to burn this book.”
“Now I really want to know.”
She shook her head. “Not in a million years.”
He moved toward her and she held it behind her back. “I am bigger than you. I’m also the Sheriff of a very feisty town. I have plenty of experience apprehending fugitives.”
“The wedding is called off if you go anywhere near it.” She stared at him. “I’m not joking. Don’t.”
“What’s so bad that you can’t share it with me?”
She hugged the journal close to her body. “I ramble to you about a lot of things. Crap you really didn’t need details for. I did even more of that in my journal. About everything.”
“Everything meaning what?”
“Sex.”
He blinked a few times. “You wrote a dirty journal?”
“Graphic. And yes.” She clutched the journal to her. “Promise me you won’t ever read it.”
“I can’t do that.” He held out his hand. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
When she didn’t move, he added, “It’s my birthday. Don’t I get what I want? Isn’t that the rule?”
“These are my personal thoughts.”
“From thirteen years ago.” He reached for it. “I am the star, right? You didn’t write about anyone else, did you?”
“No.” She scoffed. He gripped the journal and tugged lightly before she finally let it go. “You’re going to make fun of me and I’m already embarrassed.”
“You must have written some really good stuff.” He walked to the bed and plopped down. “You didn’t say anything bad, did you? Like Parker is terrible in bed. Or he has a small pecker.”
“No. I didn’t say that.”
He flipped through the pages. Most of the stuff was her and Riley’s adventures. What it was like to be a teenage girl. He passed through the cucumber and popsicle ordeal. His beauty apparently had several incidents with getting trapped in the boy’s locker room—none of which explaining how or why. She had a very vivid comparison of each guy on the football team’s dick and described them by appropriate phallic representations. The popsicle comparison actually belonged to Holt, which made him laugh out loud.
Then he got to the pages on their first time together. And she wrote pages. He glanced over at her as she stood in the doorway, biting her nails while she watched him.
He read her recording of the event in vivid detail. It transported him back to that day, all the raw emotions bubbling up inside him. She’d been nervous. He didn’t fare much better. He flipped the pages, reading every word of the graphic detail. The way it felt. What she thought. He rolled to his back, holding the journal above him. He liked how candid she was. Liked that she recorded everything she enjoyed. Afterward, he dropped the journal to his chest. He didn’t say anything as he smiled to himself.
“Say something.”
“Come here.”
“No.”
He laughed and sat up. “You are the most beautiful creature on the face of this earth. Inside and out. Stop getting embarrassed in front of me.”
“That’s not what you’re thinking after reading that. You’re thinking about that graphic depiction of a female orgasm.”
He chuckled and rubbed his chin. “I was there, baby, and I will admit this makes me blush. It also gives me a huge amount of pride for my ego.”
“See!” She groaned and turned away from him. “I’m going to have to call off the wedding and bury my head in a hole.”
“Come here.”
“Not a chance.”
“Don’t make me come after you.”
They stared at each other. The second she made a run for it, he jumped up and went after her. She wanted him to chase her. She wanted him to catch her and hold her and love her. He’d do it too. He do whatever she wanted if it kept a smile on her face.
She’d written something distinguishing in her journal.
Afterward, he let me lay in his arms for as long as I wanted. He didn’t rush me to get dressed. He didn’t push me away. He wasn’t in a hurry and neither was I. It didn’t matter what we did; I felt as though I belonged there wrapped in him. Parker is my best friend. So much more than I could have ever dreamed possible. I love him down to the very depths of my soul and there’s nothing that could ever change that. So much of my life is uncertain, but one thing I know for sure is that I belong with him. I’ve never felt like I belonged somewhere so intensely than when I lay in his arms. I am his and I hoped with every fiber of my being that he is mine. I never want to leave.
He grabbed her ankles as she crawled onto her bed and pulled her toward him. He flipped her to her back and poised over her for a kiss. He’d been through hell without her, but he felt like she was the hand he needed to climb out of the pit. In her journal, she had written that he was the one thing she wanted; for him to be hers. His heart felt so full because of it. Because of her. Moving back, he stared into her eyes.
“I am yours,” he said. He wanted her to know. Wanted her to believe it. “And you are mine. Always.”
With every ounce of his being, he’d spend the rest of his life proving it to her. His lips grazed hers while she cupped his cheeks, holding him close. When he pulled back, she smiled at him.
“I know.”
The End
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