Eight years earlier...

The more Wyatt and I are around each other, the worse our sexual desire becomes. We've done everything aside from sex, and Wyatt seems to want everything all the time. He's a boy filled with raging hormones, and I'm a girl filled with the same.

I don't know if it's worse for me or him. Me because I know what sex feels like and know it would be mind-blowing with Wyatt, or Wyatt because he's never had sex before and probably is tempted to figure it out. I've never had to learn to reel my emotions in before, but every single time Wyatt and I start to kiss or do anything other than that, I have to remember the promise he made to himself and to God. I have to remind myself that His promise means more than taking our connection to the next level.

I can wait.

Wyatt, however...

He had attempted to drop me off at home after our date at the movie theater, but of course, I wanted to go back for one more kiss, so I jogged to the driver's side of his truck and waited for him to roll the window down, and then I kissed him. But whenever we kiss, it's never just a quick peck. He puts his head out the window to deepen it, and then he adds tongue, my hands reaching up to grasp onto his hair.

I've come to learn that I can't ever leave his truck without a kiss, and it's never quick.

"Backseat," he mutters against my lips.

I glance at my driveway, which is still empty since my Dad always works well into the night, so I don't fight him on it. We both climb into the backseat, his hands finding my waist and lips attaching to mine once more.

God, nothing feels better, and that's ironic, I know, but I can't help it. I want him completely inside of me, every single ounce of him, and when he hikes my dress up to sit around my thighs, I shake my head and sink between his knees on the floor of his car.

I don't trust myself right now if he decides to please me. My hormones are getting to be unbearable, and I'm worried that the line of reasoning will evaporate if we get past a certain point. I don't want to fail him. I don't want to tempt him.

"I can't get enough of you," Wyatt breathes. "It's never enough, darlin'."

My heart swells as I get to work, enjoying the way he grips the seat with white knuckles. Loving the way he clenches my hair and throws his head back against the headrest, breathing heavily through his nose. He's writhing beneath me while groaning, and then he pulls me into his lap without a second thought. I feel him pulsing against me, feeling his need, his want...

"Wyatt," I warn, but I moan his name despite my best efforts.

That damn line of reason is fading away, but I can't let it.

I can't.

He kisses me again and swipes every thought away circulating in my head. Every concern, every fear, just...vanishes. I tilt my head to the side, letting him move those kisses to my neck, but then he moves my underwear to the side, and I feel him slide against my most vulnerable part of myself, the breath leaving my lungs.

"Oh my god," Wyatt sighs and rests his forehead against my shoulder, hard and throbbing between my legs. "I need to be inside of you."

"Wyatt," I gasp when he slides himself against me again, collecting every ounce of wetness. "We can't."

"You're so..." He groans and reaches his hand between us to move along my wetness, stopping right at my entrance. "Let me put it in. I want this. Please."

I'm biting on my lip so hard that I'm afraid I'll draw blood. My mind is blurry, and my conscious is urging me to just do it.  He throws his head back against the seat for the second time tonight, and he's so close, so dangerously close that suddenly, that line of reason comes slamming back into my mind at full force, and I snap out of this moment of lust and crawl off his lap, sitting down beside him.

"We can't," I tell him. "You made a promise, Wyatt, and I'm not going to let a moment of temporary lust break that promise. You mean too much to me."

He turns his head to look at me, and the moonlight shines through the window on his ruffled hair as he grabs my hand and runs circles across my palm. "I'm starting to think maybe I was wrong," he admits. "Or maybe there's a loophole around all of this. Maybe I'm just supposed to wait for my wife. I'm saving myself for her, and I think..." He blows out a sigh and says, "I'm starting to think that it might be you."

My body grows cold. Too cold. His sentence should have made me swoon, it should have made me crawl right back onto his lap, but didn't he pay attention to our conversation a month ago? We're both going separate ways after this. That's the plan. We haven't figured anything out yet.

If he thinks I could be his wife, that's the scariest thing he could ever admit to me, because it means I'll be stuck here. I know I'd stay here with him in a heartbeat, but then I'd be giving up my dreams of ever starting my own fashion line. I'd be picking a man over my dreams. I can't let myself do that.

Plus, if we have sex, I'll feel obligated to stay with him. It's not that I don't want to be his wife one day, I could only dream of it, but if I were to have sex with him right now and things didn't work out? I'd carry that regret with me forever. This decision impacts not only him but me as well.

Everything is too much, and the panic must be written on my face because he says, "I know it's too soon for all that, but I've never been more sure of anythin' darlin'. Never in my life."

I smile sadly. "I think I'd cry tears of joy if it weren't for the uncertainty of it all. We both know we're going separate ways this summer, but if there was an answer to keep us in the same place...I'd say yes to you right now."

Wyatt laughs. "Yeah?"

I nod, and he tugs me on his lap again. He's still naked from the waist down, but we're not making a move to do anything. Instead, he runs his hands along my spine, making slow, gentle strokes. "I think we'll find each other again," he says, tugging on my heartstrings. "We're one and the same, Macey, and if your fashion dreams don't work out, know that I'll be here. Waiting. Or I'll sell the damn farm if I have to and come find you in the big city."

Tears are rolling down my cheeks now at the thought of a life without him, how incomplete I would feel. I can't imagine a day without seeing his smile. A day without hearing his laugh.

"How can you be so sure?" I whisper.

He places a kiss on my forehead. "Because soulmates don't forget each other. They can't stay apart. Our time will come. It may not be right now, but it'll happen, and then you're gonna be my wife, Macey Taylor. I swear it."

"You sure you'll want to stay with me forever?" I tease.

"Absolutely," he says. "And when that time comes when our moment is right...  We're never going to get out of bed."

I smirk at that, and then I feel his hardness between my legs again. Although I don't plan on having sex with him yet, we can ride right on the edge of his promise. We can take it to the next level as far as we can. 

"Do you trust me?" I ask. When he nods, panting heavily, I wrap my hand around his length and shoot him a warning glare. "Let me do everything, okay? We're not going to have sex."

"Okay," he replies.

When I'm confident he'll listen, I straddle his length, settling it right between my legs, and I begin to grind. I rock my hips against that sensitive bud he's come to know so well, and Wyatt can't speak. His eyes are glued to what I'm doing on his lap, and in seconds, literal seconds, he comes all over, spurting on his thighs and what's between my legs as well. 

I know he must be sensitive, but he lets me grind still, his jaw clenched and eyes rolled to the back of his head until I find my release. This is the first time we've finished together, where Wyatt has felt my orgasm on his length, and as soon as he feels that rush of wetness, he groans. 

Loudly. 

"If you let me, I'll have sex with you right now," Wyatt says desperately. "I'm ready. More than ready."

I shake my head. "You're not going to break your promise, Wyatt. We're going to wait until our time comes, and just like you said, when it does..." I kiss his neck, then his lips. "We're never going to leave the bed."

A/N:

So...

Fair question...

Do you think they're going to leave the bed now that they've made up?

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I guess we'll have to wait and find out. 

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