We were dressed and Liam was holding me in his arms. I felt safe and warm as we sat on the mat. I knew that something had changed within me after we put on our clothes. He didn't feel like the boy that I wanted to avoid anymore. The opposite; he felt like the boy that I couldn't see myself without. "Liam, are things going to be different now?""Do you want them to be?"I hated when someone answered a question with a question. He laughed and then kissed me on the cheek, "I was kidding; sure they'll be different."I was just about to say something when both Dwayne and Chanel came out of wherever they'd disap-peared to and it was clear-as Chanel's skirt seemed to be a thing of the past-that they'd been up to exactly the same thing we had been. I laughed as I saw Chanel trying to get the leaves out of her hair. I stood up and decided that I would help her, "Have fun did we?"She hugged me and said, "More importantly did you have fun?"I kissed her on the cheek and squeez
"We need to stop doing this," I purred as he started to study me with lust. It was written all over his face. My mom was out with his dad and they wouldn't be back 'till late. Real late, and we were using that time to get to know each other. All over again. "It's not that I don't enjoy it. It just feels wrong.""And that makes you want me even more."His eyes were undressing me as we stared at each other. Our eyes continued to be locked as we both head-ed up the stairs and toward my room. "Besides, coming in through the front door is so much easier than climbing the tree. Sorry about the photo. Did I break it?"I quickly changed the subject, remembering the other night when he climbed into my room and nearly broke the photo. The last one that was taken before he was taken away from me. A hit and run they'd called it. They never caught the person, but I knew that one day they'd find out who did it. Until that day, I kept his pho-to near my bedside just a reminder that I'd ne
"We're going to be out of here soon," Chanel smiled as she spun round one more time. "You guys look beautiful," Mom said as she took a photo. The thirtieth one she'd taken since she came up the stairs. "I can't believe my baby girl's going to be leaving home. Then you'll graduate. Have kids and get married," she stared to move her peroxide hair from her eyes as she cried. Mom had spent a bit too much on her looks ever since she started dating Henry. I wanted to tell her that she was perfect, just being a natural brunette like me. Now, she spent nearly all her time either with him or get-ting beautiful for him. She would say that she did it for herself, but I knew the truth. Mom was feeling lonely. Up until now, it had been her and me. Now I was leaving home. She must have realized that she'd been working all this time for her daughter. The one that man-aged to get into an Ivy-League college based on her grades, with a scholarship. She didn't have to pay a pen-ny; that was the
Liam"Smile!" Laurie, Adele's mom, said as we were about to get into the limo. My hands were around Adele's waist. I was fucking smiling. I wasn't sure what Adele was do-ing; all the make-up in the world couldn't hide the dis-tressed look in those dark eyes. She looked the most beautiful woman in the world and yet the most miserable one all at the same time.How was that even possible?We'd spoken the previous night and she was ex-cited about it. She'd said that she hoped I'd like her dress. I even joked and told her that she could be wearing a paper bag and she'll still be the prettiest girl there. Fuck!That was before I saw her coming down the stairs. I was fucking speechless. I'm not the Prom type of guy. I think that the whole thing is a fucking show. One that I could do without out going to, but she wanted to go. And I thought that for once in my life I would go out on a limb and do something for someone else. Instead of al-ways doing what I want to do.Now, I cou
"Liam, I'm sorry. I was just feeling a bit down about it all coming an end."I kissed her on the lips as we moved into the main hall. "Shit, I thought that someone had died, Adele. You kind of scared me. I'm glad that you had a bit of champagne. It seems to have lightened you up a bit."She nodded, but maybe the champagne hadn't completely done the trick, because her eyes started to fill with tears again. "Adele, talk to me. What's up with you?"Then Chanel came up behind us and said, "If you guys walk any slower, by the time we get inside the Prom's over!"She swept up Adele's hand and then walked in front of us. Chanel's the kind of girl that I love to hate at the best of times. Sometimes she just has too much ener-gy; I think that she's on a high most of the time. "Did you give her anything?" I asked Dwayne as he walked up to me, with his eyes firmly fixed on Cha-nel's ass. He patted me on the back, "Just some loving.""Fuck when?"He laughed, "You need to gi
My dick could only stay under control for so long. I decided that we had to go. It was at around the time Chanel and Dwayne were announced the king and queen of the Prom and Dwayne took out his seven-page speech, and everyone stood and listened to him as if he was the president.It was all about how great he was and how great high school was. As everyone agreed, I decided that they must have gone to a different high school. As far as I was concerned, the best part of it was leaving. There was nothing that was going to get in my way. I studied; that was the main reason that I was on my bike most of the time so that I could escape to somewhere quiet and open a book. No one knew this about me. They thought that I was some moody guy that loved hanging out with Dwayne and playing ball. I wasn't naturally talented like Dwayne and I needed reassurance to make sure that my stay here was temporary. I had a scholarship to go to Princeton. Only Dwayne knew about it. The rest of the school co
If we hadn't had sex in the closet, I would have taken her in the limo. We both needed to freshen up and as she ran around the hotel suite like a little kid, I knew exactly how we were going to do that. Everything had taken too long. From checking in, to getting up to the suite. There was only one thing on my mind. Adele!It was as if I was a fucking addict. Then again maybe I do have addictive tendencies. Everyone says that I'm obsessed with my bike. Maybe my obsession has moved from my bike to Adele. I grabbed her arm as she was too busy talking about the hotel room and the fact that it cost a fortune. I pressed her body against mine and said, "It did, but you're worth every penny."Her head dropped to the side, exposing the curve of her neck and all I could do was kiss it. I ducked my head against her skin and she let out a sigh. "I thought that we would talk first."I pulled away, "We do that all the time."She pushed me away, "No we don't."I swayed my head from le
I looked up and it was a brand new day. I couldn't believe that we'd slept all through the night. Then again, what did I expect? That was one heavy ses-sion, but then as I stretched out my arm for Adele I no-ticed that I had been sleeping alone. I looked up and there she was, sitting on the couch facing the window. The cold Adele had returned. I wondered why she'd let me sleep for so long when she looked as if she'd been up for a while. She was sitting with her hair in a bun, which normally meant that she had just stepped out of the shower, in a bathing robe. I watched her for a split second, wondering what she was seeing outside the win-dow, seeing as we were on the twentieth floor. There couldn't have been much of a view, just people that looked like dots, and the endless skyscrapers around us."Hey," I grunted as I tried to sit up, but failed miserably and slumped back into the bed. "I didn't think that you were ever getting up again. You were dead!" She giggled as I tried t