Here's the epilogue. I'd like to thank everyone for the supportive reviews!
I still am not the proud owner of the Virals series.
Epilogue
We were at his house, in his living room, on the couch. I was straddling his lap as we kissed, my hands in his soft hair. His arms were tight around me, holding me close. I was more than okay with that.
"Dinner was good," I said when we had a short break to catch our breath. He traced my jaw line, eyes dark.
"But dessert is even better," he whispered, leaning in and sucking on my neck softly. I gripped his shirt, biting my lip to hold back a moan. He knew what I was doing, and said, "Don't fight it, Tory. I love your voice," against my skin. He rubbed the my bare back underneath my shirt. I closed my eyes.
"Right now," I murmured, "what're you thinking?"
"I'm thinking three months is too long."
Three months counting from the spring, when we were technically supposed to start dating. I agreed with him.
He found my pulse and nipped it gently. I gasped as pleasure shot through me, pulling his head closer. His hands moved to my waist, where he started to rub my sides, from my bra line to my hips then up again.
Were we really going to do this when we hadn't been together an entire day? How much pressure would that add to our relationship- that constant push to have sex? What if Hi was right, and I really did end up pregnant? My ninth grade health teacher had always said about 'unplanned' pregnancies, "Well, if I put a dollar in the vending machine I expect to get a snack, right?"
Was Ben even a virgin? I was. Hell, did we even have protection? What if we got to the most crucial point and one of us backed out? How awkward would that be?
"Ben," I gasped, trying to get him to stop. He took it wrong- as an encouragement, and trailed kisses down to my collarbone. "Ben," I whimpered. Who knew being kissed could feel so good? "Ben, Ben... stop."
He pulled back immediately. "Something wrong, Tory?"
I fixed my shirt, cheeks flaming. "Um, I was just wondering if we needed, um, protection?"
His face reddened, too. "I don't know, do we?"
I bit my lip and looked away. "Do we?"
He caught on to what I was insinuating and leaned in, kissing my cheek. "Only if you think we do. I won't try anything without your permission."
I relaxed and grabbed his face, pressing my lips to his. He pulled me against him, and I shivered in delight when I realized just how much he was enjoying my company. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't loving this, too.
The fireworks exploded in my heart as we kissed with a burning passion, as his hands gripped my hips, as my fingers threaded into his hair. The thought of getting married to a man that made me feel like this sent a thrill through me.
This was something I was definitely okay about coming to terms with.
Cheesy? Maybe. Short? Definitely. But you've gotta admit it was awesome! Ben and Tory limes are always fun to write and rare to find!
Okay, I'm done being cocky. How did you like it? Is it wrapped up enough? I might write some little one-shots to go along with it, but it depends on you guys.
