Page 113 of The Girl with No Name

I grab a couple of extra pillows from my closet, and set them up so we can lean against the wall.

“Reed, something’s bugging me.”

“Yeah?”

“How do I know you won’t, you know, change your mind at some point?”

“I’ve never felt more sure of anything in my entire life.”

“Sure of what?”

“That I love you. And I want you.”

My hand slides down her thigh, past her shorts. I grip her flesh as I kiss her long and slow.

Our lips are electric. It’s like there’s a current of energy connecting our bodies.

I tug gently at her cutoff shorts, and she contorts her body while I help slip them off, along with her tank top so she’s in just her bra and panties.

I stand up to unbutton my shirt, then remove my jeans.

“Damn, Reed.” She grins, then sticks her tongue out of her teeth and twists it part way.

I grin ear to ear, staring at her.

“Making out in the rain was hot. But I like taking our time.”

“In a warm bed.” She adds.

I slide onto the bed, palms on either side of her, kissing her, needing her more than I’ve ever felt, urgent but still knowing we have all the time we need.

Her breath hitches, and her hand falls between my legs.

“Oh yes, Reed. Oh…”

I let most of my weight fall onto her, scooping her hips with my hands and placing her in the center of the bed.

My hand drags down her belly until it’s between her legs, and kissing her still, I run my fingers over her.

“You’re so...”

“Wet. For you.”

I pull back from our heated kiss just long enough for us to lock eyes. She tugs at my briefs, and I help her help me get them off.

She bridges her hips so I can get her panties off, and I help unsnap her bra, then toss it to the side.

I get up and open my drawer on my beside table.

“I’m on birth control now,” she says.

“I’m clean. I haven’t even had sex with my girlfriend in a couple of months.”

“I trust you.”

Staring at her in the dim candlelight, I’m overwhelmed with relief that I found her again. That I don’t have to live out my life like the old woman and her surfer boy, leaving Luna to be some unrequited love that got lost in the annals of youth.

As charming as that old woman’s story was.