When Summer Ends [SAMPLE ONLY] *** Previously called The Perfect summer...

When Summer Ends - Chapter 4

The thought of it not working out made my stomach ache. As I listened to his heart slowly returning to normal, I silently prayed I was enough to keep him interested. He blew out a big breath so I looked up at him, resting my chin on his chest. He smiled down at me, tracing one finger across my face, down the line of my nose and across my cheekbone. I wasn’t sure what my face looked like, but I would bet my bottom dollar that my expression mirrored his in that moment. He looked enthralled, satisfied and contented.

“So that’s what that feels like,” he said quietly, gripping my waist and pulling me up so my face was level with his.

I looked at him quizzically. He raised his head, peppering little kisses on my face where his finger had been seconds before. I closed my eyes, smiling happily as he clamped me to him. “That’s what what feels like?” I asked breathlessly, realising that I didn’t actually understand what he meant.

He lowered his head back to the pillow. His hand came up to the back of my head, tangling in my hair. “Making love to your girlfriend,” he answered, guiding my mouth back down to his, stealing my breath.

Will honestly was the best boyfriend ever. He was incredibly sweet and attentive, buying me little things and calling and texting me all the time. I was seriously falling hard for him. It had been almost two weeks since he asked me to be exclusive with him and every day just seemed to get better and better. I had spent quite a few nights at his place, which he even cleaned for me, a proper clean too, not just a simple throw the vacuum around type of clean. He didn’t even pay the neighbours kid to come and do it, he did it himself. He continued to take me on inventive dates, each one surpassing the one before in the fun stakes. The passion between us was out of this world too which just seemed like the cherry on top of an extremely well frosted cake.

I was actually pretty sad today. School reopened today and it was my first day as a senior. I didn’t want to go though, this summer had been amazing, and I didn’t want to go back to a normal life of sitting in class all day and having homework assignments at night. I wanted to spend time with Will. Before I even got out of bed I grabbed my phone and checked to see I had a new message from him:

‘Hey Cutie, missed U last night x’

I grinned and text him back that I’d missed him too. We hadn’t spoken much yesterday, actually, we’d spent almost the whole afternoon in his bed, barely saying a word to each other.

I pushed myself up out of the bed reluctantly and took a long shower. My day got even more glum as I remembered I couldn’t even see him tonight as he was going out with his brother, so I would have to wait a full thirty-six hours and see him tomorrow night instead. I sighed and pulled on a pair of high waist Miss Sixty jeans and a black short sleeve top which I tucked in, I pulled on a pair of red ankle boots with an open toe and looked at myself in the mirror, smiling my the outfit choice. I wasn’t really one that fussed about my appearance that much, so didn’t bother with any make-up. I left my hair down, platting my bangs and clipping them to the side. Once I was satisfied that I was as good as I was going to look, I headed downstairs for breakfast. My mom was cooking waffles and bacon the same as she did on the first day of every school year.

“Hey, honey, oh you look beautiful,” she gushed, smiling at me happily.

I laughed uncomfortably. ‘Beautiful’ wasn’t exactly a term that I applied to myself; though lately I had started to feel prettier all because of the way Will seemed to view me. When he looked at me with those adoring eyes, it was very hard not to feel special. He’d definitely boosted my self-confidence up a few levels.

“You have to say that, you’re my mom,” I replied.

She smiled and set down a plate of waffles. “No I don’t,” she rebutted. “Anyway, here, I made waffles as per tradition.”