Girl Heart Boy: No Such Thing as Forever (Book 1) by Ali Cronin Read Free Book Online Page A

shock. My eyes pinged open and, before my brain had engaged, I’d given Joe a shove. ‘Bloody hell, you scared the shit out of me!’
    He laughed, revealing those beautiful teeth, and pulled me to him for a proper, full-on, with-tongues pash. A little bit of me felt bad for indulging in such a major PDA. I hate people who get it on in public.But this was different. It was our passionate reunion. I let my body fall into his. His hands and mouth were cold, his suede jacket was rough and warm, and he smelled delicious.
    ‘God, it’s good to see you,’ said Joe into my hair. Then he grabbed my hand, picked up my bag and moved off in the direction of the Tube. ‘C’mon,’ he called over his shoulder. ‘I’m going to splash out on a cab.’
    Extravagant behaviour for a student, but hey – seemed Joe thought I was worth it. The thought made my head spin. I wrapped my happiness round me like a faux fur coat. I was so lucky.
    We kissed all the way to Kensal Green, my leg thrown over Joe’s and his hands entwined in my hair. At his house Joe threw the fare at the driver and practically dragged me through the front door and up the stairs.
    Inside his room he stopped for a moment, holding my chin with his thumb and forefinger and smiling a slow, sexy smile. ‘Sarah Doesn’t-like-beer, I need you in my bed,’ he whispered.
    I knew what he meant. I needed him like breathing.
    Hopping on each foot in turn, Joe pulled his shoes off, then undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor. I’d been staring agog, but the sight of the ridiculousbulge in his pants impelled me to action. As I kicked off my knickers I couldn’t believe I was being so brazen. I hadn’t been naked in front of anyone since I was about ten (I kept my skirt on that time in Spain. Dunno why – it’s just how it happened). But I could hear Ashley’s voice in my head telling me to just go with it. So I did.
    Within seconds we were on Joe’s bed and his hands were everywhere. Even though we’d done it before, I was still in no way sure what I was meant to do, so I just did what felt right.
    But Joe. Oh my God. He knew what he was doing. He worked his way around my body until I was helpless and writhing beneath him. This was so much better than the first time.
    It was like the two of us were at the centre of a whirlwind, with Joe’s hands at the eye of the storm. The intensity built almost unbearably. And then he stopped.
    He reached behind him to pull a condom from under his pillow.
    And then we were moving together properly, like it’s supposed to be. I grabbed his bum as he went faster and faster, his eyes shut tight and the muscles in his arms quivering.
    He tensed and shouted out, and suddenly everything was quiet save for the sound of Joe’s heavybreathing, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The whole world seemed to slow down, like a spinning top coming to rest, and then he opened his eyes. I smiled at him. When we did it in Spain, I’d been worried if it had been OK for him, but this time I knew that it had. How could I not, after that? I was learning – we were learning together how this worked best for us.
    ‘You are amazing,’ he breathed, and he kissed me lightly on the lips before dropping on to the rumpled sheets beside me.
    I lay silently while Joe dozed. The drizzle had cleared and the sun was bathing the room in its afternoon glow. I stretched my leg out from under the duvet and caught a shaft of light, wriggling my toes in the warmth. I looked around the room idly, taking in his posters (
Family Guy
,
Scarface
,
Avatar
), his desk with his laptop and a load of bits of paper, a cheap-looking chest of drawers with a telly on it. Your typical boy’s room, I guessed.
    ‘What time is it?’ mumbled Joe.
    I stroked his hair away from his forehead. ‘I’ll just have a look.’ I got out of bed and padded across the carpet to get my phone from my bag, then hurried back to bed, snuggling in beside him. I pressed the button to