Chapter 157: Continue the Cliché Traditions
** Harper **
When Eli finally pulled out, Harper had to fight back the impulse to whimper in protest. The loss of contact was so disappointing, and she finally understood why people had invented "swaddling".
Would they graduate to that position anytime soon?
The thought gave her pause. For a second, she was amazed by herself for thinking about it. A mere hour or so ago, she hadn’t even known what real sex was like. She had still been slightly nervous and unsure how the night would turn out ... But now, the fullness of him inside her already seemed so natural and right, as if this was the way things were always supposed to be.
Her heart fluttered again at the memory of it. The warmth of him enveloping every inch of her as he hugged her and filled her. The quickening of his breaths as he entwined their fingers and moved so gently against her. The utmost intimacy of becoming one with him, feeling him in not only her body but also her mind and soul ...
Even after so many years of daydreaming about what it’d be like to get to this point with him, the real deal still left her beyond words. She hadn’t exaggerated one bit when she said that she felt her life was complete — not in the sense of completing another checkbox and cashing in her V-card, but in the sense of experiencing something so marvelous that she had no idea existed in the entire universe. Something so beautiful and perfect that she could barely imagine the dullness of life without it.
Was this the feeling of ... love?
Harper looked up at the man in front of her, wondering if the same thoughts were going through his mind at this moment. But then the rush of disappointment snapped back into her head when she saw him sitting up, obviously intending to go to the bathroom to clean up.
The prospect of him getting rid of every last trace of their shared passion made her irrationally sad. Or maybe she was getting irrationally clingy and simply didn’t want to let him leave, because she blurted immediately, "Don’t go."
Eli stilled halfway out of the bed. Quite a bit awkwardly ... with the filled condom dangling right there.
... Right. That was just plain silly and didn’t come out right at all. Harper scratched her neck in embarrassment. "I meant as in ... um ... C-Can I can come with you? The shower ... must be big enough for two, yes?"
She wasn’t thinking about reenacting their last shower adventure together though. Not at all.