Eight

The rest of the summer passed quickly and as our time together grew shorter, we found more and more reasons to be together. We fucked as often as we didn't, sometimes just going on car rides to talk about what we wanted with our lives. The intimacy of our conversations made the sex that much better, especially after we discussed our fantasies and insecurities.

The night before James was supposed to go back to college, I found myself in his room, straddling his lap just like the first time. But instead of making out or riding him, we were just staring at each other. I know it sounds creepy, but it really wasn't. I'd gotten so used to the closeness of him over the summer that the thought of not seeing him again for months made my soul ache.

"I'll miss you," I whisper.

His hands grip me harder as he nuzzles my neck, "I'll miss you more princess."

I pull back and take his face in my hands, kissing him with everything I have. He returns it, his tongue slipping into my mouth and caressi