Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

Playlist: “Toothpaste Kisses,” The Maccabees
AFTER I LOCKED UP LAST NIGHT, WE BRUSHED TEETH SIDE BY SIDE AT THE TWIN
sinks in my bathroom, Frankie scowling around toothpaste suds and the hum of
her electric brush, me grinning at her reflection in the mirror. Before I had her
over last night, as I cooked and tidied up and changed the sheets on the bed, I
had a long think about what Frankie told me at lunch the day prior. How scary
this was for her, to open up and try being together.
The only thing I have on my side, I realized, is time. Time to show her I can
take it slow, build trust and comfort. Time to show her I don’t find a single thing
about how she ticks or what she needs to be intrusive or inconvenient or
anything else the people from her past made her feel.
So, when she came over, I held her hand instead of slipping it inside those
tight black leggings, much as I wanted to. I swirled my tongue over the silky
skin of her wrist, rather than the silky skin between her thighs.
What I failed to anticipate was exactly how cranky it would make her to go
slow. So, making an adjustment, I figured I’d tuck her in, touch and kiss her,
give her an orgasm and put a smile on her face. After brushing teeth, I kissed her
thoroughly to try to erase that pout darkening her features. It seemed to work
somewhat, because she wandered out of the bathroom without any cranking,
straight toward my bed, where she dropped with a groaning flop.
But by the time I showered off, used the bathroom, and came out, she was
snoring softly, tucked inside the blankets, her dark hair a splash of ink against
paper-white sheets.
Slipping into bed, I thanked God for my memory foam mattress that absorbs
motion and didn’t even shift her body in the least as I settled in next to her,
before I turned off the light. And then I curled around Francesca Zeferino, kissed
her cheek as I breathed her in, and fell asleep.