Page 78 of Fragile hearts

“I’ll get you some clothes.”

I’m glad that he left me alone, I would never be able to pee with him standing there watching me.

When I’m finished, I walk over to the mirror above the sink. A hickey is already forming on my neck. Plucks of hair have escaped from my braid. I look truly fucked. I mean I kind of did. We didn’t have sex, I didn’t even expect him to go down on me.

But I’m glad he did, that man has a talented tongue.

The bathroom door opens, Carson walks in carrying a new pair of pajamas and some underwear. He’s still wearing his wet jeans, which must feel uncomfortable.

“You should clean up too.”

“I will, baby, don’t worry.” He kisses my cheek, hands me my clothes, and grabs a pair of underwear for himself.

I had emptied a dresser for him where he could keep some clean clothes. So he didn’t have to go to his house every time he wanted to get changed.

I get dressed in my clean pair of pajamas, then exit the bathroom so he can get changed as well.

He joins me a few minutes later wearing just his boxers.

“Is it okay if I sleep in this? Or do you want me to put a shirt on?” He sounds nervous now, nothing like the man who went down on me a few minutes ago.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

He lays down next to me, only a few inches away. His body is tense. I frown, turning to my side. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what to do,” he confesses in a quick breath. “I have never done this before.”

I knew he hadn’t kissed anyone before. But from the way he went down on me tonight, I would have never pegged him to be a virgin.

“Neither have I.” I wrap my arms around his waist, nuzzling into his chest.

“I have never had a boyfriend before.”

He stills underneath me. “I’m your boyfriend?” He sounds so hopeful, as if he’s been hoping for this for ages. I raise my head so I’m meeting his gaze.

“Yes, of course. Did you think this was casual?”

“No, no, I just—I didn’t know if I should have asked you or, or if I already was…I have no idea how to do this.”

I smile, kissing his chest. “You don’t need to ask me anything. I already assumed you were.”

He pulls me closer to him, His fingers tangle through my hair, only the sound of our breathing and the wind that’s gushing through the window is within earshot. Until I break the silence.

“I didn’t know you you could talk so dirty,”

he chuckles loudly, his chest vibrating. “Neither did I, I had no idea where that came from.”

“Well, I liked it. A lot.” His words still run through my head, I would have never imagined him to be a dirty talker.

“I know, I felt it.”

I slap his chest, making him wince. “Pervert.”

He kisses my head, pulling the sheet tighter over our intertwined bodies. “Only for you.”

Carson.

“So how are you doing, son?” my dad asks me as he stands behind the grill turning over the hamburgers. Alexis squeals as Asher follows her with a water gun. “Better.” It’s Connor’s birthday today. Alexis was already invited, but we invited Asher too, which my brother was elated about, our whole family is a big fan of him, well, everyone except my mother. But Connor is the biggest, I still remember the look on his face when Asher walked into the backyard. I thought for a moment he was going to faint. Asher promised him some tickets for a game close by.