by Lexi Bissen
Grabbing Ronnie by her hips, I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk the short distance to her bed and lay us both down. Ronnie is eager and already reaching for my belt, but I need to get her top off before I rip the damn thing in half.
Once she realizes what I’m trying to do, she leans up and tugs it over her head, baring her top half to me. I stare down at a naked Ronnie, my entire body reacting to the sight of her. Damn, I can’t go this long without being with my girl again. I slide down and begin kissing her stomach, making my way up to her perfect chest. Everything about her is perfect to me.
I play close attention to Ronnie’s bare skin with my mouth while my hands get to work on removing her sleep shorts. She helps by lifting her hips and wiggling a bit to get them down. I toss them over my shoulder and stare down at a bare Ronnie. No matter how many times I’ve seen this body naked, I will never stop being thankful that this woman, who is beautiful inside and out, is mine.
“Off,” Ronnie says as she tugs at my shorts. Beautiful and eager, that is. I get my shorts off in record time, making sure to grab the condom out of my wallet. Ronnie rips the condom wrapper open with her teeth—still one of the hottest sights—and begins to roll it down my length. When she has it on, I waste no time and attach my mouth to hers.
Every gasp and moan Ronnie makes, I swallow in the kiss. Ronnie is biting down on her lip, trying to be quiet because we’re in her parent’s house, but toward the end she fails and I have to cover her mouth with my hand because I’m sure her brother could have heard her.
Once we’re finished, I lay there with a sleeping Ronnie in my arms, thinking of how different this next semester of school will be. There’s no more hiding and keeping our relationship a secret. We can be out in the open, which means I can kiss the fuck out of my girlfriend anytime I want. Even though I know Ronnie is worried about her parents accepting me, the most important thing is my girl stood up to them about her dream of going to UNF. I tighten my grip on her, wishing she were awake so I could tell her how proud I am of her. I knew getting her parents to accept the fact that she was going away for college terrified her, but I’ve seen this girl grow since the quiet, bookworm I met my first day here. Now, she’s independent and determined to go after what she wants.
Stealing that car months ago may have been the best thing to ever happen to me. I got a second chance…a fresh start. That fresh start brought me something I’ll always treasure: Ronnie.
“This looks ridiculous on me,” I tell Allen as I stare at my reflection in my full-length mirror. “Why did it look so much better in the store? I feel like a slut with how much boobage is showing.”
When we went prom dress shopping, I was one difficult person to shop with. Nothing seemed right or stood out to me. That is, until I found the dress of all dresses. It’s simple black—so me—with a rhinestone halter-top. The only problem is I don’t remember this much of my boobs showing in the store. They are on full display. The front of the dress does have a large scoop at the top, which is one of the reasons why I loved it, but now I’m worried about walking downstairs and my dad and brother seeing it.
Over the last six months since my parents found out about Gibson, it has been a gradual acceptance, mainly from my father. My mom has grown to love Gibson like a son and is probably already planning our wedding from some of the hints she drops. Dad was harder, though. He still thought Gibson was trouble and no matter how much Gibson proved himself, none of it meant anything to my dad. It wasn’t until I was in a car accident right after Valentine’s Day that my dad’s opinion changed.
I was on my way home from work when a person texting and driving ran a red light. They hit the front end of the driver’s side and it ended up breaking my leg in two places from the impact. That was the worst of the injuries. Other than a few cuts and bruises, everything was fine.
Gibson didn’t leave my side the entire time I was recovering. In the morning, he and Allen would pick me up and Gibson would do everything he could to make sure I was using the least amount of energy possible. During the day, he would walk me to and from every class and carry my backpack. At night, he would sleep on the floor of my room, which my parents didn’t find out about for two weeks. This went on throughout the eight-week recovery.
I think this was the turning point in my dad and Gibson’s relationship. Dad could tell how much Gibson cared for me and that meant everything to him. After my recovery, Dad could be in the same room with Gibson without making everyone else feel uncomfortable. They’ve come such a long way, I don’t want to mess with the relationship by wearing a slutty dress. I know my dad will somehow make it out to be Gibson’s fault. He does it whenever I wear semi-revealing clothing, saying, “You don’t want to give away the milk for free when he hasn’t purchased the cow”—whatever that means.
“Don’t you dare try to get out of wearing that dress, Teeny. You look hot it in and you have the perfect amount of boobage showing. You have nice tatas, woman, let them see the world once in a while.” It never fails that Allen can make me laugh in any situation.
“I take another glance in the mirror and smooth my hands down the front of the dress. “Fine, I won’t bring up the girls being on display again.” When I turn around, Allen is adjusting his bowtie, trying to straighten it. “Are you ready yet? The guys are downstairs waiting for us.”
He grabs his phone off my bed and slides it inside his jacket pocket. “All right, I’m perfect now. Not all of us can slip on a dress, dab on some makeup, and voila, ready. Perfection like this takes time, missy.” It better be perfection since it took him two hours to get ready.
We make our way downstairs and to the front room where my parents, Dan, Allen’s mom, Gibson and Sean and his date are waiting. Gibson looks like the total rock star in his all black tux. When I told him most dates matched, he couldn’t have been happier that I was wearing a black dress.
When I look up and see Gibson is still wearing his lips ring, I can’t help but smile and stick my tongue out at him. When we were making plans for prom, he was planning on taking out all of his jewelry so my parents could get some nice, professional looking photos. I told him there was no way in hell he was removing my favorite piercing. He could take out any of his other piercings, including his newly gauged ears, but I wanted the lip ring to stay. He kept fighting me on it until I told him if he showed up at my house without it in, there was a very high chance he wasn’t getting lucky after the dance. I’m glad to see sex with me is better than my parents having nice prom photos.
We spend the next thirty minutes getting group, couple, and individual photos taken. By the end of it, I’m too exhausted to go to the actual dance.
The dance is being held at a Hilton hotel, about forty-five minutes away. This also means it’s an overnight prom for the five of us. Our parents think we have two rooms, one for the girls and Allen, because he wouldn’t leave my side, and one for the guys. What we actually have is a room for Sean and his date, Allen, and one for Gibson and me. Gibson even offered to pay for all of the rooms since he was the first one to say there was no way in hell he wasn’t sharing a room with me. Such a sweet guy.
The drive to prom ends up feeling a lot longer than it actually is. Once we get there, we all grab our small overnight bags and check into our rooms. After doing a quick touch up of my makeup, Gibson and I meet Allen and Sean in the lobby and head in to the big hoopla that is senior prom.
Looking around at all the people dancing and having fun, I think I’m the only girl in history to not enjoy her senior prom. First off, my feet are killing me. There is no reason heels should make your feet this sore with today’s technology. Second, they have the lamest music I’ve ever heard. There was nothing from this decade. And third, why is prom a pass for girls to act like complete sluts? I saw more nips slips tonight than I care to admit.
After an exhausting two hours, Gibson and I make it up to our room where I face plop onto the king size bed. My legs are lifted and my shoes are
slipped off. The comforter muffles the moan I let out when Gibson starts rubbing my feet. Rolling over, I move myself around so I can give him better access. There’s no way I’m stopping this little bit of heaven right now.
“I am never wearing heels again in my life,” I tell him, throwing my arms over my eyes.
Gibson’s laugh fills the room and I squeak when he pulls my toes, causing them to crack. “I wouldn’t say never. I’m sure there are still a few occasions where you would want to wear heels.”
I think it over, and nope, nothing comes to mind. “Sorry, babe, I know you love the heels, but nothing is worth this kind of torture. I’m just a flats kind of girl.”
“How about our wedding? Would you wear them for that?” My heart skips a beat. He’s been doing that more and more lately—talking about the future, that is.
“I think I’d look awesome in a pair of all white Converse, don’t you?” I may only be partly joking, because how cool would it be to wear converse on my wedding day?
Gibson laughs and begins to massage my calf next. This man sure has some magical fingers.
“I think whatever you wear will be beautiful and perfect, just like you.” He kisses my calf and then releases my legs.
Gibson shrugs off his jacket and a little, blue velvet box falls out. I pick it up and freeze, realizing what I’m holding. When I look up at Gibson, his eyes are as wide as mine. He can’t be serious, can he? We’re still in high school and I just got my dad to start liking him. I’ve never even met his parents and thinking about it now, I’m not sure they even know about me. How could he possibly think this is the right time?
Gibson holds his hands up, trying to calm me down. “I know what you think that is, but before you assume and freak out, listen to me.” He waits for me to say something, but all I can give him is a nod.
“It is not an engagement ring,” he says. “It’s more of a…promise ring. I thought it would be cute and I had this whole idea of how to give it to you, but I totally fucked that up by dropping it.”
A promise ring? I slowly open the box to find the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. It’s an opal, but it’s unlike any opal, and the coloring is so strange. The green color is so stunning and the flecks of blue within it remind me of…
I gasp and look up to see Gibson smiling down at me. “Your eyes.” Looking between the ring and Gibson’s eyes, I can’t help but be amazed that he found a beautiful ring the exact color.
“It’s a promise,” he takes the ring out of the box, the diamonds surrounding the opal catching the light, and places it on my ring finger, “that I will always love you and one day, when we’re ready, I’ll get you the most beautiful diamond ring and ask you to be my wife.”
I nod my head, and keep nodding, tears streaming down my cheeks. Damn him for making me cry. Grabbing Gibson’s face, I bring him in for a hard, almost painful, kiss. The salty taste drips into my mouth, but Gibson tries to catch them, wiping the wetness away.
“I love you, princess. I’m so happy I got to start fresh with you here in Freedom,” he whispers against my lips.
I kiss him one last time before whispering, “I love you so much, rock star. Thank you for breaking the law and coming into my life.”
The end, or something like that.
I’d like to thank the academy…naw, just kidding. The first two people I want to say a huge thank you to are my parents, for dealing with my moodiness and never seeing me because I would spend entire days writing. You guys are awesome for putting up with a hermit of a daughter. I’d like to thank the rest of my family for being there and supporting me through writing my first book.
Thank you to Christin and Amber for being some kick-ass beta readers. My cousin Kassidy for getting me into reading and introducing me to the book world, even if it’s full of craziness!
There were so many people that helped me along this journey and I want each and every one of you to know that I love how helpful you guys were, I would have been so lost without you.
I want to say a special thanks to Josh McCann. Even if he doesn’t realize it, this book wasn’t even an idea until I met him at a signing. Thank you for bringing Gibson to my head!
Gina, Ninfa, Lisa, and Kristina, you girls rock! Thank you for everything you’ve done and I can’t wait to for all the shenanigans to come at signings together!
Last, but not least, I want to say thank you to everyone who takes the time to read A Fresh Start. You readers are what kept me motivated when I was having a shitty day. Virtual hugs to each and every one of you!
Love you to the moon and back <3
Lexi Bissen is a new author with her first two series, Second Chance Boys and Braxton University, in the works. She was born and raised in Florida and enjoys spending her time with family and laying out in the sun with a good book. Lexi is currently in college working on her degree in publishing and editing, and giving the voices in her head a story. What inspired Lexi to write was meeting a model at a signing and BAM! a story came to her head. After that, a series came along and more potential ideas continue popping up here and there.
Where you can follow Lexi:
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Contact Lexi at [email protected]
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