I smile at the thought of him. One more day and I’m eighteen. Then we can be together. Since we made the decision to tone down our relationship, the most I’ve gotten out of Eli is kissing, and not seeing him during the last week has made it even harder. We both agreed to wait before we had sex again, but holy shit—if I’d known it would be this hard I would’ve fought him on it. Talk about sexual frustration. All I think about is the things I want to do to him, and the things I know he’s capable of doing to me. I can’t wait for him to work on that promise to lick me from head to toe. After a quick breakfast, I jog the whole way to school, making it inside the door just before the final bell rings. I walk into the classroom and immediately see Eli—which does nothing for my concentration levels. I bite back my smile as my stomach fills with butterflies. Our eyes meet and we share a moment before I take my seat. Jamie turns in his seat and glowers at me, sending a shiver down my spine.
