Wrapping my arms around his neck and adjusting my hips so my * was up against the tip of his cock, I said, “I love you too, Gabe.”
As his name entered and slowly left my lips, Gabe pushed into me and groaned.
We never broke eye contact as he moved out of me and back into me. I dug my fingernails into his back and bit into his upper chest. I met him thrust for thrust. And slowly but surely we drove ourselves over the edge into a heart filled with love and happiness. Care and understanding. Friendship and laughter. Lust and sex.
“I’m going to come, Sarah,” Gabe moaned.
Tightening my legs around his waist, I whispered, “Gabe.”
Blinking his eyes open to look into mine, I felt Gabe shake and twitch and release in me.
It was… unexplainable. It’s something that can’t be put into words. It’s something you have to feel. It’s something that words can’t even come close to explaining so I won’t.
Dropping all of his weight on top of me, Gabe let out a deep breath and slowly continued to move in and out of me. Pushing out his orgasm and making this one last.
While I laid there and rubbed Gabe’s back, all I thought about was how Gabe had just come in me. It was a nervousness. More of an exhilaration. I was on birth control so we were taking precautions.
Even though I knew I was never going to stay a virgin until I got married, there were some things I wanted to keep for that night. There was only one man I wanted to fill me bare and come in me. My husband. I had wanted to save those things for that special night and make it perfect.
But it really is true. That our imperfections are what make us perfect. It’s not the planning and the organizing that make a situation amazing and real and unrealistic. It’s the heat of the moment. The living in the moment.
That’s what happened with Gabe and I. And a part of me knew that he would be there that night with me. The two of us together. Making that choice with no regrets in our hearts, but only love.
Moving out of me, Gabe laid on his side and pulled me up against him. My back to his front. After he wrapped an arm around my waist, Gabe nestled his head into the back of my head and echoed, “I love you, Sarah Thompson.”
As I felt tears filling my eyes and my lower lip quivering, I said, “I love you, Gabe Prescott.” While I heard his deep breathing and light snoring behind me, I stayed awake. I didn’t want to forget these last precious few weeks we had together. I knew they would pass faster than expected. That’s what always happens. You can’t wait for the awful to end. And the beautiful? You want it to tread by as slow as possible.
Before I closed my eyes, I thought of the end of the summer and how Gabe and I wouldn’t see each other every day. Only talk. Text. Email. Chat on Facebook. Tweet to one another on Twitter. And while I knew it would be the hardest thing the two of us would ever have to go through, I wouldn’t regret a single minute of it. Because in the end we chose each other.
Chapter 20
Sarah
“We’ll be okay, Sarah. I promise,” Gabe whispered as he grabbed me into a hug.
Clawing my fingers into the back of his shirt, I held onto him. My face was squished into the crook of his arm. I decided to inhale the smell of his cologne. This deep, rich, musky smell that would be forever engrained into my memory. I could feel tears threatening to spill so I quickly let go of Gabe and stepped back. I needed to let go of him. He was going to school in Arizona and I was staying here. I wanted to think that we could last four years at separate schools, but even I had my doubts.
Gabe was the first guy I ever let in. He crashed through my walls even when I was a bitch to him. He got through and I would be forever grateful that he made that choice. I fell in love with Gabe Prescott. I could only hope that our love was strong enough to last these four years away at school. I knew we would have summers and breaks, but I knew it was going to be a long road ahead.
A lot could happen in four years.
Feeling tears forming in my eyes, I quickly lifted my hand and wiped away the tears. I had hoped Gabe didn’t see but he started to step forward and say, “Sarah —“ but I cut him off.
Looking up at him, I sucked in a breath and I tried to calm myself. I’m not even sure if he could hear me because I had just barely whispered, “I hope so, Gabe.” I wasn’t sure if I was saying it to him or to myself. That’s really the only thing the two of us could do. Hope.
We chose each other and now we would fight to stay together. No matter what. Even if we were thousands of miles apart from one another.
“Sarah, hurry up! We’ve got to get going,” Mom yelled from our car in the driveway.