Seventeen
Trixie
Holy s**t, I feel amazing, I thought as I stretched languidly, a satisfied grin on my face.
Wes had gone to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and when he joined me in bed I turned into him and rested my cheek against his impressive chest.
After a few moments, I realized he was being oddly quiet, so I tipped my head back to look at his face.
It looked like he was freaking out.
“Are you okay?” I asked, hoping I hadn’t rushed him into something he hadn’t been ready for.
I could be like a steamroller sometimes.
Wes bit his lower lip, his eyes shifting over my face as if searching for something.
“Are you okay?” he asked in lieu of answering.
“I’m freakin’ fabulous,” I said, letting the truth of those words show on my face.
The crease in his brow eased and his eye
