Relativity by Lauren Dodd Page A

anything like what we have together.”
    I finally meet his eyes and instantly have no doubt that he is telling the truth. “How many girls have you been with?” I hate myself instantly for asking.
    “You are number two hundred and twenty-six,” he announces with a straight face.
    “Oh my God,” I shriek, rolling off of him.
    He laughs and scoops me back up, kissing my neck. “I’m kidding, silly girl. I haven’t kept count, but you are definitely the first girl I’ve slept with today.”
    “I’m just one of your conquests, aren’t I?” I joke, but deep down I wonder if I’m right. I’m practically marrying us off in my head and he is probably just waiting for me to leave because the next stupid, naïve girl is on her way over.
    “I’m not going to lie. I’ve wanted you since you were fourteen years old. And yes, I know that makes me sound like a perv because I was eighteen, but I couldn’t help it.”
    My cheeks blush at his embarrassing admission.
    “How many guys have you been with?” he blurts out, cradling my head in his strong hands still sneaking an occasional kiss to my neck.
    “You’re the third,” I admit. I briefly considered upping my number for some reason but realized he might think I was slutty.
    “I wish I had been your first,” he says, looking sad.
    “I guess you’ll have to settle with being my best,” I tease, running my hands over his cheeks and into his hair. I try to push away the thought that I could spend the rest of my life staring into his warm brown eyes. Today is the last day that we can ever be together like this. No matter how much I want him.
    “I’m going to make you waffles,” he announces unexpectedly. He bounds from the bed and trots naked to his kitchen area.
    “Should I help?” I ask, sitting up, wrapped in the sheets.
    “You just lay there and look beautiful,” he says, already mixing something in a stainless steel bowl.
    I watch him plug in his waffle maker and once it heats to the correct temperature, he pours the batter in expertly then shuts the lid. He busies himself getting plates, utensils, butter and syrup ready. He looks like he has done this several times before and I wonder how many other girls he has made waffles for. Then I wonder why it matters to me so much about the other girls.
    A loud crack of lightning strikes outside and I startle. I force myself to stay in this moment, not worrying about Knox’s past or future girls, to just enjoy our time together so that I have this day to savor when I go back to my real life.
    “For you, Madame,” Knox says in a fake French accent. He climbs back into bed holding a plate filled with three fluffy waffles drenched in melted butter and golden syrup. Before I can even thank him, he is holding out a forkful of waffle for me to try. I slide the bite into my mouth, wondering how every single action with Knox ends up turning me on.
    “Delicious,” I mumble through my partially chewed bite. He takes a turn taking a bite then has my next bite ready for me. We continue like this until all that is left on the plate is a thin layer of syrup.
    He dips a fingertip in the syrup then rubs it on my nipple. I sigh with pleasure at his touch. He sucks on my nipple while moving his hand down between my legs. He glides two fingers inside me as he flicks my nipple with his tongue. It only takes seconds before I’m near orgasm.
    “Oh my God, Knox,” I shout, tightening around his fingers as I come for him.
    “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he says, sliding his fingers out of me. I’m still panting but I reach for him, knowing I should reciprocate.
    “That was a freebie,” he whispers in my ear. He pulls the covers over us and wraps me in his arms. I can safely say that this is the best moment of my life.
    A huge storm kicks up outside and I wonder for a second if we should make sure there are no tornado warnings. Then I realize that I wouldn’t even care if something happened right now.