Him by Carey Heywood, Yesenia Vargas

and forth, just barely touching the undersides of my breasts. I'm breathing heavy, my chest rising and falling sharply. His lips dust the swell of my breasts not covered by my top. Conflicted emotions are waging a war inside my head. What do I do if he tries to move my top? Should I let him? God, it feels so good, but I'm nervous.
    He moves his lips further up my neck . I lift my head, and his mouth is on mine again. He shifts his hands up, and his thumbs brush across the top of my suit. I shudder in his arms. He lowers his hands and pulls back. I open my eyes, confused. He's chewing on the side of his mouth, his eyes wide. I watch the rise and fall of his chest.
    "You shook when I touched you ," he said quietly.
    I'm not sure what to say . I nod.
    He reaches a hand up to cup the side of my face. "You are so beautiful."
    "No , you are," I tease.
    He's smiling , even though he's shaking his head. "I'm serious. I want to know what you're thinking about all of this."
    I blush and look away . "It's all so new." I hesitate. "I get scared."
    His thumb brushes my cheek . "Do I scare you?"
    "That's not what I meant."
    "What did you mean?" I pause. "Sarah, you can say anything to me."
    I take a deep breath and look into his eyes "I haven't done all the stuff you have . I'm nervous you'd rather be with someone who has."
    His face breaks out into a wide grin . "And I am all knowing?"
    "Shut up ," I huff.
    "Not going to happen . Just think of me as your teacher. Ha! You can call me sir if you want."
    "We both know I'm never calling you sir." I turn my face into his palm and bite it. If it's even possible, his eyes widen even more.
    "That's why you're the only girl I'll ever want , Miller Lite."
    He moves his hand to my waist, pulling us both back towards the stairs in the shallow end. He sits on the middle step. I'm now straddling him. I shift myself off of him, feeling exposed, and sink down to wet my hair. He's leaned back on the stairs, his elbows rested on the next step up. I swim up between his legs and lay my head down on his chest. He brings one hand forward to trail up and down my shoulder blade. I turn my head to kiss his chest. He's lean and cut. I consider licking the ridges of his abs. He surprises me, pushing off the steps, taking me with him. He swings me up into his arms and carries me out of the pool.
    He lays down on a lounge, pulling me on top of him. I laugh, propping myself up on my elbows and look down at him. He's grinning, reaching a hand up to push my hair behind my ear. I could look at him all day. He bucks his hips , making me squeal before turning us onto our sides. I rest my head on his shoulder as he kisses the top of it. With his arms around me, we fall asleep.
    "What the hell is going on?"
    Will tenses next to me, and I blink my eyes open. It's dark out.
    "Shit. I guess my mom's home."
    I look over my shoulder quickly to see his mom standing in the doorway. She does not look happy. I look up at him, cringing. He leans forward and kisses my forehead. We slowly sit up, and I pull on a tank top and shorts. Stepping into my shoes, I hazard a glance up at Will's mom. I guess I just found out the hard way what the expression ‘if looks could kill’ feels like. Will has his shirt and shoes on. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the house.
    "I'm going to run Sarah home , mom."
    "We are discussing this ," she looks at me, "when you get home."
     
     
     
    Chapter 11
    Present
     
     
     
    I lay in bed, trying to find some inner strength to actually go downstairs. Yesterday had pretty much been a disaster, what with embarrassing myself at lunch and then crying over old photos in front of Will. My uncle Chip then proceeded to call me out on all of my bullshit. He knows better than anyone else what I might be going through. He had witnessed it first hand when I showed up a broken-hearted mess on his doorstep all those years ago. No, I never actually told him what had happened that night, but he was smart enough to