With her eyes closed, she moves in closer, breasts crushing against my bare chest. We just had sex and already I want to fuck her again. And again. Two weeks had passed since my skin felt the warmth of hers. Two weeks had passed since my arms went around her, since my lips pressed against hers. Two weeks is way too fucking long. And the weekend will be up before we know it and Pepper will go back to Cornell and I’ll stay here, half-assing my way through business classes with my mind on her all day. “I love you,” I tell her for the third time that night. She has that effect on me. “I know,” she says and looks up at me, smiling. “And I love you too. Probably more.” I shake my head. “That’s not possible.” “Oh, but it is.” She bites her lip and slides her hand up my chest. She’s ready for more too. I pull her on top of me and kiss her. She slips her hands behind my shoulders and rests her head on my chest. “I like listening to your heartbeat. Is that weird?” “It sounds boring, but not weird.” “Good because—”
