Getting Steamy

Mila

Ben drove me home. We were quiet in the car, but it was an amicable silence. Everything that had gone wrong before seemed to be okay, now. Ben was back, and he had told me, almost in so many words, that he was in love with me. That he hadn’t said the exact words was okay.

The atmosphere was thick in the car, and I was aware of him next to me. I wanted to be with him. It hadn’t changed since the last time we had been together when we had almost fucked. But this time, it was different. We weren’t trying to fight what was happening. In fact, we were both going with it.

Even if we were keeping it a secret.

When Ben parked in front of my apartment building, I looked at him.

“Do you want to come inside?” I asked. It was forward, but I didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want this amazing night to end, didn’t want him to turn around and leave when I had finally gotten him back.

“Yeah,” he said. His voice was a little rough around the edges as if he had the same thing on his mind as I did