Eleven Eleven

by Micalea Smeltzer

That makes him eleven years younger than me. Ironic. That it’s my lucky number.

“Come on, Via, what do you say?” He leans in, his mouth pressed to my ear. “Don’t overthink it. Everything is temporary anyway. Me. You. The stars in the sky. We’re all just a blip. Take the risk. I’m worth your while.”

“Because you were sitting there with this lonely look in your eyes.” He brushes a thumb along my jawline. “I wanted to be the reason you didn’t feel that way anymore.”

“Fuck, look at us, angel. Look at the way your pussy grips my cock. It’s like I belong inside you.”

“This doesn’t have to be a big deal.” He leans in and presses a gentle kiss below my ear. “Night, Via.” He pulls back, but with an “oh,” he quickly ducks close again and brings his lips to my ear. “I can fuck you better than my dad ever could.”

“Unknowingly or not, I want to mark you so you remember which Crawford you belong to.”

“How good it is? How your pussy was made for me? I’m going to ruin you, Via, the same way you’ve ruined me. No man is ever going to make you feel this good. Not the way I can.”

“You can talk about him. I don’t mind. He’s in your past, and I fully plan on being your future.”

“Because I don’t want to have to tell our future kids that I fucked their mom on the first date.”

“I’m not going to give you those words yet. Not when I know they’d scare you. But Via?” I bring my lips to the shell of her ear. “When you are ready, I’m going to say it over and over again until the day I die, and I’m going to show you with my body exactly what it means to me.”

Reid Crawford is my safe place, my home base.

All those wishes on elevens? They made me the luckiest woman alive.