me, but then he pull away entirely, suddenly leaving me cold at the loss of contact. But I shouldn't have worried. Wrapping me up in his arms protectively, Seth settled in behind me, spooning his body into mine. "You have to work tomorrow morning. Go to sleep," he whispered, dropping a kiss onto my bare shoulder.
And so I did.
four.
When my alarm went off the next morning, the last thing that I wanted to do was obey it. I hit the snooze about five times before rolling over. I was just about to go to sleep when my phone buzzed loudly, signaling a text message.
Groaning, I sat up and picked up my phone, hitting all the right buttons to get into my inbox.
'HAD A GREAT TIME LAST NITE. WILL STOP BY FOR LUNCH TODAY. –S'
I smiled at Seth's message and finally got out of bed, my mind reeling from the previous night's activities.
I wasn't sure when Seth had left, as I had practically fallen into a coma when he'd told me to go to sleep, but thinking about those kisses made my face grow warm.
For years I had craved that kind of attention from him and now here he was, returning my affections. I wanted to call Sarah and tell her what was going on, but I didn't want to be premature. Maybe it was best to just stay quiet and see where things would lead to next.
Starting with lunch that very day.
For the past two summers, I'd been working for a summer program as the Arts and Crafts supervisor. It was an easy job where I was pretty much paid to sit in the sun and do tie-dye five days a week. Not only did I get a paycheck, I got an awesome tan. The kids were, for the most part, well behaved and fun to be around. It also helped that my bosses were super lax about policies like guests arriving for lunch.
At eleven fifty five, I saw Seth's car pull into the parking lot and fought extremely hard to keep a ridiculous grin off my face. The kids were on break, eating their own lunches. I sat in the middle of the pavilion at a picnic table, kids surrounding me. It was noisy, but tolerable, and now that Seth was here, that noise wouldn't matter anyway.
Seth, for the first time ever, was coming to eat lunch with me and I hadn't forced him into it. I watched him pull a bag out of the back seat and then walk across the parking lot towards the pavilion.
"Hey," he said, giving me a grin as he sat down on the bench next to me.
"Hi," I said shyly, returning his grin. "You showed up."
"I told you that I would," Seth told me simply. "I tend to keep my promises to you."
My cheeks heated up as I thought about the promise he'd made to me in my bed last night. We were only going to make out and even if I thought at the time that I could handle more, I knew deep down inside that he'd been right. That had been enough. Much more would have been a disaster.
"So what'd you bring me for lunch?" I asked Seth, grabbing the bag from him.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, snatching the bag back from me. "Who says I brought you anything, Miss Grabby-Fingers?"
Up until this point, the kids had been relatively quiet, but watching this scene unfold around them, they all called out with a taunting, "OHHH." This only made me even more embarrassed, but even less willing to let it show.
"Seth," I whispered, leaning towards him. I put my hand on his knees and squeezed it gently. "I'm really hungry. No one feeds me at home."
Seth shook his head and laughed. "Yeah right." He took hold of the hand that he'd placed on my knee and squeezed it, before dropping it. That disappointed me, but at the moment, my stomach chose to revolt and growl loudly.
"I guess I could feed you," he mumbled as he set my lunch in front of me. "I can't stay and eat with you today. My mom and I have a lunch date, but I wanted to see you." His hand landed firmly on my lower back from behind and his fingers massaged the area there. "I can stop by to walk you home?"
I nodded quickly, almost like an eager child. "I'd