My cell phone alarm woke us from our blissful Sunday sleep. I pushed the snooze button. His arm was still wrapped around my naked body. I leaned over him and grabbed the first shirt I found and my underwear. I slipped the underwear on then the shirt and looked to down to realize it was his. He said it was ok since all my clothes from the night before were downstairs. It was strange waking up next to him; everything from last night felt like a dream, from my bleeding cut to sex in the shower. His half smile was no less attractive than last night and when he smiled at me in the morning in his shirt, i couldn't help but lean in and kiss him. We began to kiss more and more passionately, our hands beginning to wander downward until my snooze alarm jolted me out of it.1
"I have to go to work."2
He frowned and said, "Can't you call in sick?" I told him I couldn't. I got up from the bed and he quickly threw on boxers to walk me to the door.3
At the front door, he kissed me softly and I left down the stairs that had woken me up so much over the summer with sounds of stomping boys.4
Once inside my door, I felt a rush of happiness come over me and by the time I got in the shower, I was grinning from ear to ear.5
At work and through the next few days, I was on a permanent high. I couldn't stop smiling and repeating that night's moments over and over in my head. I could still taste the salt on his shoulder when i kissed him in the ocean, I could feel his hair in my fingers and see his wet body in the shower. Every time I heard foot steps stomping up the stairs, my heart raced. I found myself sitting outside on the deck waiting for him to walk out on his to talk to me. We did talk quite a bit over the next couple days; simple conversations with no substance. Our conversations were nothing like the deep discussions in his bedroom that night. All I wanted was to spend every moment together in his bed until he left. In fact, I wanted to spend every moment with him forever.6
Soon, the day before his last day had arrived. I woke up and heard the stomping down his stairs. I looked outside my window to see him carrying out a box of clothes. "Hey! Put those back in your room," I yelled out the window.7
"Haha hey."8
"So, big move tomorrow. Hold on a second." I grabbed his shirt from the other night and brought it to him outside. "There's nothing I can do to convince you to stay?" I jokingly asked.9
"Sorry. But I'll come back and visit. I have to finish packing but I'll come over tonight to say goodbye." 10
"Ok, see you later." I walked inside and went straight to my bathroom, put down the toilet seat, sat down, and began to cry. I couldn't help it, I had never cried about a guy. I tried so hard to contain myself but nothing could stop the tears. I thought about how amazing it would have been to have him upstairs all year long. I looked into my fantasy future and saw myself walking up those stairs and into his room at any time for some romance. I saw us walking down the street to grab late night munchies and going down the the beach for an early morning swim. All that had to be washed out of my mind, it was unreasonable and broke my heart when I thought about it. I wiped my eyes, took a couple deep breaths and tried to clear my mind.11
Later that night, my roommates and I chased down a couple shots of vodka with Sunny D, strapped on our highest heels, and tromped down the street to a friend's party. I glanced up at his room and noticed the lights were off. At the party, we played beer pong and smoked a couple bowls. We were becoming inebriated at a quick pace and before I knew it, the words, "I need to go home so I can hook up with the neighbor," spilled out of my drunk mouth. We walked home and I told my roommates that I would talk to them later. 12
I went up the neighbors' stairs and quietly knocked on the door. I heard the TV but no one answered so I opened the door and peered inside. There he was, sound asleep on the couch in the living room. I sat down next to him and called his name. He grumbled something inaudible in his sleep. I took his hand and said his name again. Nothing. I was beginning to feel discouraged. "If you don't wake up, I'm just going to go." He squeezed my hand softly but still did not wake up. I waited a couple seconds then sighed and stood up to leave. I went to let go of his hand but he held it tightly and pulled me back on the couch.13
With his eyes finally open, he whispered, "You really think I was gonna let you leave?" Then he kissed me. It was like I drifted into a different world. The blaring TV and lights from the other bedrooms didn't faze me. All that mattered was that I was kissing the person I wanted to be with most. On the couch, his body was on top of mine and his hands began to play with the fabric of my shirt. I knew what was coming next and instantly came back to the real world. I wanted to be naked with him but not on his couch in his living room with the definite chance of being walked in on by his roommates.14
"Lets go downstairs," I told him. We walked into my house together. My roommates were still up but went quickly to their rooms when we walked in, hand in hand. In the kitchen we poured ourselves a glass of water but quickly forgot about it when we began kissing. He lifted me onto the counter and placed his hands on my thighs. I playfully unbuttoned his pants. His fingers found their way to my clitoris and softly rubbed it through my jeans. I secretly wanted to take his clothes off as fast as I could. He must have read my thoughts because all of a sudden, he picked me up, carried me into my room, laid me on the bed, and ripped my clothes off. I giggled at his speed. Most guys would have had a much harder time getting my clothes off. I tend to be coy with guys and have heard more than once that I'm a tease. With him, my clothes came off easily and I laid down my guard. When his clothes came off, I grabbed a condom from the side table drawer, ripped it open, and put it on. We couldn't wait. I could feel how bad we had both been wanting this all week. I bit his shoulder. He squeezed my breast. His breath was fast and hot on my body. Inside me, he pulsated strongly. I could barely stand the ecstasy. I peaked he did instantly after me. 15
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He collapsed next to me. Our accelerating hearts began to beat slower and our breathing returned to normal. He smiled at me and kissed my ear. I rubbed his arms playfully and pulled one over me. We laid together in happiness, staring at the ceiling lost in our thoughts.17
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"I'll miss you" He told me after a moment.19
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I looked at him, "Yeah," I thought, "I'll miss you too. I wish you weren't leaving tomorrow."21
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"Yeah but I'll stay in touch. How many siblings do you have?"23
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I laughed and answered him. Our conversation turned to the mundane but our bodies stayed wrapped tightly around each other. I thought about how nice it was that I finally found a guy I could openly talk about and feel good around naked. He fit perfectly into my life but I had to tell myself it was going to end. Sooner than I could realize.25
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At 5 am, he hit me with a surprise. "I have to go." 27
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"Really?"29
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"Yeah, I'm not good at sharing beds." I walked him to the door and kissed him as passionately as I could for being filled with mixed emotions. This would be our last kiss for who knows how long but my thoughts kept returning to his comment. We had already shared a bed so I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't want to sleep over. When he left, I sat down on my bed in what felt like a small shock. I thought I would have had a better chance to say goodbye in the morning but that was it. That was our goodbye. A kiss in the doorway at 5 am was my last goodbye to the only guy I truly wanted. 31
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