Truly

by Carmel Rhodes

“Yeah,” he pauses, turning in his seat to face me fully. “Which is why you shouldn’t be so hard on Becca, okay? This is on me and Noah, not her.”

Umm no, Fuck Becca she’s a terrible friend actually!

“Wait,” I say, ignoring the this morning part and focusing on the first bit. “You’ve never done butt sex? Is it possible, the great Noah Tedesco is a butt sex virgin?” “Cut me some slack, I’m only eighteen.” He gives my ass another squeeze. “But here’s to college.”

The realest thing a book with 18 year olds has ever said 😂

We end the call and I turn to Noah, pushing against his chest. “Just once, I’d like you to respect a boundary I set. Just one.” “Just once, I’d like you to smile at me like you smile at him and tell me good morning, Daddy.” He grins, rubbing a finger across the scar on his chin.

Logistically, I know this thing with Noah has an expiration date,

Do relationships just not exist in books? Every book I swear every relationship has an “expiration date”

“What’s that?” I point to the box. It’s got a pink sparkly wrap job, only it looks like he wrapped it with his feet.

“Do I have to?” I ask, knocking back the tiny bottle of champagne Noah smuggled into the park,

Now who drinks champagne at six flags😵‍💫

He takes a hand from around my neck and shoves it into the back of my loose denim shorts. His fingers are inside of me seconds later and I hiss a moan into his mouth. “God damn, Truly. You’re soaking my fucking hand.”

Not at six flags😭😭😭😭they are THAT couple 😭😂😭😭😂

I giggle. “I love you, deep.” “Deep, deep.”

I wish they would stop saying this it’s so cringy and annoying

We spent the rest of the night engaging in a cold war of sorts. He’d touch me, kiss me, tease me, all in attempt to use my body against me, but I refused to fold. I can’t keep giving in. I can’t keep forgiving. Even if that means I’ll spend every night for the next week and a half with an ache between my legs.

Queen

“How was the gym?” I ask, giving Becca a minute to compose herself. “Gym?” Noah looks at me as if I just denounced Christ. “It’s a state-of-the-art basketball complex, Tru, not a gym.” “Well, excuse me.” I wave my hands in the air. “How was the basketball complex?”