I eventually fell into a deep sleep, comforted by Josh’s warm body next to mine. He slept so still, his body close to mine the whole night with his arm on top of me.
I felt so relaxed and comfortable next to him, not pressured like I felt with James. It all felt so forced.
After a few hours of sleep, I woke up when I felt Josh’s arm move. He threw the covers off, stepped back into his boxers, and started rummaging through the pile of clothes by the window.
I laughed at him quietly. Josh looked at me and smiled.
“Sorry, babe, didn’t mean to wake you. You can stay as long as you want, this is my only class today, I should be back in about 2 hours,” he said.
He jumped into a pair of beige baggy cargo pants and threw on a white Nike t-shirt.
“I’ll probably go soon,” I told him as he sat on the edge of the bed to tie his Nike Panda Dunks.
“No, you don’t have to! Go back to bed if you want to. You can borrow some of my clothes if you’re gonna go, you probably don’t want to wear that dress out right now,” he said.
He grabbed his navy blue backpack and threw it over his shoulder and unplugged his phone from his charger.
Josh walked over to my side of the bed, gave me a long, passionate kiss, and then pulled away.
“There’s a note on my dresser with my number on it; I thought that you would wake up after I was gone. I love you, I had a lot of fun with you last night, I hope we can do it again sometime. I gotta run though, I’m gonna be late. Take any clothes you want,” he told me.
He gave me another sweet, quick kiss on my forehead before leaving for his class.
I started to tear up. I liked Josh, I really did, but it was something about him. I think it was just the fact that this was my first time with someone who wasn’t James Young.
I fell back asleep for a while.
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I woke up and I turned over to see Josh sitting beside me on his bed with his wireless headphones on and a binder spread across his legs. He had a red pen in his left hand, writing on a paper in his binder. His head was nodding to whatever song he was listening to.
I rolled over to face him and he looked down at me. He took off his headphones.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, smiling.
“Good morning,” I replied.
“Did I wake you up? I knew I should’ve done my homework in the main room,” he said.
I shook my head. “No, it’s okay. I was bound to wake up at some point,” I said, smiling up at him.
Our eyes met and sparks flew. This boy was so insanely beautiful. Butterflies flew around my stomach like they were trapped.
He leaned down and put his lips to mine. His lips were so gentle, yet they felt needy for more.
He pulled back to close his binder and set it on the floor along with the pen he had been using. Then he laid down next to me, grazing his right hand over the side of my face.
"You’re so stunningly gorgeous,” he whispered. His warm lips kissed mine again.
We made out like this for a few minutes, his hands gently moving across my face. My fingers ran through his dark hair.
After a while, I scooted closer, burying my face into his toned, muscular chest. He wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me closer to him.
Josh winced. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“You’re just cold,” he said. He reached down and pulled up a black shirt from the end of the bed and handed it to me.
I quickly slipped it over my head and then nestled down back into his arms.
We cuddled like this for so long. He ran his fingers through my brown hair and kissed the top of my head every so often. He made me feel so loved and protected.
“I think that I love you,” he whispered.
I looked up at him, tears welling up in my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
A single tear dripped down from my left eye. He took his finger and wiped it from my cheek.
“I think I love you, too,” I said. I leaned up and kissed him again. Josh pulled my body closer to his as we kissed.
Me and him kissed for a while more before I laid on his chest, feeling his warmth. He fell asleep with his hand on my hip.
I looked up at his beautiful face, then my eyes fixated on his closed eyes.
“I love you, James,” I whispered, barely able to hear myself.
It took me a minute to realize what I had said. Tears escaped my eyelids.
I silently cried myself to sleep in another man’s arms.
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