The Boy Who Knew Me When(38)

“He loved you, too. And so did I. Never seeing you again was hard on all of us.” I blinked a tear away. “I have three more of those you know.” I said pointing to the neon green journal.

“My crush on you got worse when you never came back. There was a boy in my sixth grade science class that looked a lot like you. The day it came to finding science partners I paired up with him. Turned out he was mean as sin but I quickly found that as long as he didn’t talk I could sit next to him and pretend he was you. It was completely silly but it made junior high a lot more tolerable.”

Julian laughed out loud and put his arm around my shoulder. “Can I keep this?” he asked.

I shrugged, “Yeah, you can keep it. Most of what is in it is about you anyway.”

He smiled and leaned in for a kiss which I happily returned.



Brea came home around dinner time, we ordered Chinese delivery and put in a movie Brea had picked up from the Redbox before heading home. I could tell Julian wasn’t particularly fond of sitting through Nicholas Spark’s Safe Haven but he never once complained. Half way through the movie once our stomachs were full of egg rolls, crab Rangoon and Sesame chicken I cuddled up next to Julian on the couch. My body molded perfectly to his as if we were made for each other. I had not felt so contented, safe and ME in a very long time.





Chapter Nine





Julian



Jemma was back in my arms, sleeping like a baby which was exactly where she was meant to be. Nothing in my life had ever felt as right as it did when I held her. She was so absolutely beautiful! I couldn’t concentrate on the cheesy movie being played out on the television because all I wanted to do was look at her. I wanted nothing more than to sweep her up into my arms, carry her to her bed, rip her clothes off and bury myself deep inside of her but I had to restrain myself. Especially with Brea shooting me knowing looks from the arm chair.

“She can’t have sex with you. Did she tell you that yet?”

“No, but I don’t see how that is something you get to decide. And where did that come from I wasn’t even considering it, we need some time. ”

“Yeah, uh huh, I am a lot of things but blind and stupid is not one of them. You were so obviously fucking her in that head of yours. Can’t say I blame you, you would be an idiot not to want her but you need to know that according to Brandon the doc says that part of her new plan is NO SEX of any kind. Not even Clinton style.”

I arched an eye brow up at her strange remark. What the heck was Clinton style?

“Clinton style?”

“You know, I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Clinton style. No touching, no nothing. I am surprised she hasn’t told you especially since I know for a fact that it takes every inch of restraint she has not to rip your clothes off.”

Does it now? “Has she told you that? How long is this plan supposed to play out?”



“Sixty days. And she doesn’t have to tell me, I can see it, it is painfully obvious. Not to mention the fact that if I had a good looking guy like you knocking down my door I would take you anywhere at any time. She and I might have our differences but in that respect we are exactly the same.”

I moved my eyes from Brea down to the sleeping beauty lying in my arms. How was I going to last sixty days without touching her? Could a man live sixty days without food or drink? If what Brea said was true then we were both going to be suffering through this little pact of hers.

When the credits began to roll I put Jemma’s arm around my neck and carried her to bed. I searched her drawers for something more comfortable, finding a nightgown; I pulled her pants from her body leaving her tiny pink panties with a little bow safely in place. Unfortunately the sight of her treasure sent a heat wave through my body which caused the need to shift the suddenly hardened package in my jeans. Taking a deep breath I continued, unbuttoning her shirt, sliding it off of her arms and gently lifting her up to slide the short t-shirt gown over her head.

My body stiffened upon hearing her sleepy voice quiver out my name. Her arm shot up in her sleep, trailed down my bicep, sliding over my chest and down to the heavy bulge in my pants. It took everything I had in me not to unzip them and release my shaft into her hands, something she seemed to be demanding even in her dreams. The idea that she was dreaming of being with me again nearly made me come on demand.

I laid her down under the covers and excused myself into the bathroom to relieve the ache in my pants. There was no way I was leaving her but at the same time there was no way I could lay next to her with a hard on that nearly shot my dick off like a rocket after two strokes. The next sixty days were going to be a nightmare!