I wake curled up in a ball in Eli's truck, his jacket thrown over my body. The morning sun is starting to come out, orange light filtering through the windshield. I stretch my aching limbs and yawn, I want to go back to sleep. Preferably in a bed, this time. I couldn't have been asleep for long, the drive wasn't even three hours, Eli said. Speaking of, where the hell is he? He's not in the truck with me. My eyes regain more and more focus after being blurry with sleep and I take in the surroundings of the truck. We are parked on the street, in front of a small house, in a neighborhood where all the houses are quite close together. It doesn't look like we're in a big city, more like a small town. Most of the houses look old and a little run down, but cozy nonetheless.

I take a closer look at the small one-story house we're parked in front of. It is a wooden house with red roof tiles. Poison ivy covers most of the walls. The front yard looks neatly cared for and a cat is sprawled on the tiny porch in front of the house. Before my excitement takes over, making me want to run to pet the cat, the front door opens and Eli steps out of the house. He reaches the truck in a few strides and opens the car door. A chill hits my exposed legs. The morning air here is cold.

"Hey, I didn't want to wake you," he greets, pulling his jacket tighter around my shoulders and brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I see," I smile at him. "This is where you grew up, then?" I look over his shoulder at the house behind him.

"Yes, darling."

Another yawn escapes me.

"Yeah, I'm tired, too," Eli comments. "We can go to bed now. My mom definitely wants to say 'hi' though, is that alright? Otherwise, I will tell her not to bother you."

"Of course, I'm going to say 'hello'. My parents might not care for me much, but I was raised with manners, you know?" I jest.

"I wasn't implying you are ill-mannered. Just wanted to make sure you're comfortable with it. I kinda just whisked you away witho-"

"Stop it. I wanted to come, don't think otherwise, okay?" My hand finds the side of his face.

He nods.

"Use your words, baby," I cite him in a stern whisper and his eyes go wide in surprise. I can't help but laugh at his reaction.

"Okay," he mutters before laughing out loud. "You are something else." His arms grab me under my shoulders and he effortlessly lifts me out of the truck. "I already took our stuff inside."

"Thanks. What're your parents' names?" I inquire as we start walking toward the house, our hands linked. I notice that the cat is now gone.

"Elizabeth and Ray. Mom will tell you to call her Lizzy and my dad will introduce himself as Raymond, though."

I chuckle. "Alright, I hope they'll like me." My teeth start to worry my bottom lip.

"They'll love you. I think they will be surprised, but they'll love you."

"What will you introduce me as?" I ask, before thinking. Shoot.

"Uhm," he seems nervous all of the sudden. His hand rubs the back of his neck before scratching his ear. It's an odd image, Eli is rarely nervous. "I already told them you're my girlfriend. I hope that's okay, I just thought it's the easiest thing to describe this as and I didn't want to overcomplicate it or downplay what we have. I know that I probably should've asked you first but you fell asleep so fast on the way here and I wanted to let you rest and the-"

"Hey, Eli?" My words snap him out of his monologue. We are standing at the front door, now. He looks down at me and I take his hand. "Are you rambling?" I ask, flabbergasted. "Who are you and what have you done with my two-word-answers Eli?"

"Zip it," he hisses and pulls me closer by my waist. I gasp at the sudden movement but immediately bask in the feeling of his body against my own. His warmth seeps through my clothes and his smell surrounds me. My hands land on his chest, steadying myself. I can feel his heart. It's beating fast. I look up into his deep green eyes and my hand comes up to hold the side of his neck, my thumb stroking his stubble-covered jaw.

"Ask me," I tell him, my eyes not straying from his. His sharp intake of breath indicates to me that he wasn't expecting this. Newsflash buddy, neither was I.

"Please, allow me to call you my girlfriend, Romy. Be mine." His voice is rough and low, scratching against my heart. The grip he has on my waist tightens and he dips his head down, letting his lips hover over my own.

"Yes." The word leaves my mouth in a quiet whimper and before I can even think of saying anything else, his lips come crashing onto mine. A swarm of butterflies erupts in my stomach and flutters into every fiber of my being. This kiss is passionate, rough and a little lazy due to our lack of sleep but our tongues clash with emotion and my heart, my whole body leaps with joy. I know at this moment, that I am in love with this man. The realization hits me and I abruptly pull away, my eyes frantically roaming his face.

"What?" he asks, breathlessly.

I shake my head. "Nothing," I breathe out and kiss him again. A little softer and slower this time. I am not going to tell him just yet. I want to give him a little more time and space because I am not sure he is there with me, already.

Eli briefly introduced me to his parents, his mom gave me a timid but warm hug and his dad firmly shook my hand. Lizzy, she indeed told me to call her Lizzy, seemed a tad bit taken aback, I think by my age. She probably wasn't expecting me to be so young. Before his mom could say two sentences to me though, he whisked me away into the bathroom. I guess he's more tired than I thought.

"You're parents seem lovely," I say once he locked the door behind us.

"Lovely isn't the word I would use to describe my dad but sure, darling, they're lovely."

I lightly slap his chest at his attitude and walk over to the sink. I really want to brush my teeth.

Eli has already put our toothbrushes in the cup on the counter and I squeeze toothpaste on both before handing him his. We brush our teeth in silence. He stands behind me, his back to my chest, one arm snaked around my waist.

"It's colder here in the morning," I comment after rinsing my mouth.

"Yeah, we're more north. It's colder at night, too." He leans down for the following words, his mouth at my ear. "I'm gonna take a shower, you want to join me?"

"Um, I... I would love to, but I'm really tired. I can shower after you're done." My cheeks flush a little, thinking about his proposal.

He lets out a small, guttural chuckle. "I meant just showering, baby. But I like where your head's at. We can save all the ideas you just got for tomorrow's shower." He places a kiss on my neck. An embarrassed groan leaves my mouth. I meant it when I said I am tired, but I can't help but get turned on when that man starts kissing me and talks in wicked ways.

"That's, I- I didn't mean tha-" I'm not even sure what I am trying to say.

"Do you want to join me, or not, Romy?" He doesn't sound impatient, just curious.

"Yes," I nod.

Eli's rough hands slide his jacket from my body, letting it drop to the floor. He pecks my neck again and he starts pulling at the hem of my shirt.

"Lift your arms for me," he instructs and I do as he says. My shirt hits the floor, too. I am not wearing a bra, like usual. I find his face in the mirror and his eyes are roaming my chest.

"Like what you see?" Feeling bold, I tease him.

"I fucking love what I see," he grumbles and frames my throat with his hand, pulling me firmer back into his body. His hand loosens its grip and wanders over my collar bones, ghosting over my breasts, making my nipples harden. His fingers trace the curve under my breasts with a feather-light touch and without my say so, my back arches, trying to press my chest into his hand.

God, I must look desperate.

"Do you like it when I touch you, Romy?"

"Yes," I mewl as his hand moves further down my body, gliding over my stomach until his fingertips reach the waistband of my shorts. My eyes are shut tight in anticipation but he doesn't move his hand.

"Open your eyes," he commands. I obey. My eyes instantly lock onto his in the mirror. "Look at my hand," he orders further as he slides his hand past the seam of my shorts. My eyes follow his movement for a moment and then my head falls back onto his chest.

He's not having it. His other hand grabs my jaw, pulling my head forward.

"What did I say?" he growls out. Torturously slow, his hand inches further down my shorts and panties.

My own hand flies to his biceps, gripping it hard. "To watch your hand," I barely manage to say.

"So be a good girl, and do as you're told." Oh shit.

I nod eagerly, not wanting him to stop his hand's journey. As soon as my eyes are back on his hand, he wastes no time slipping it into my underwear, cupping me. I gasp but don't dare to move my eyes from where his hand disappeared into my clothes.

His fingers spread out and he slides two of them through my folds. Fuck me.

"You are quite wet for someone who just wants to shower," Eli muses, and my eyes look up at his face. Gently, he pulls his hand away from my dripping core, grips my waistband with both hands and strips my shorts and underwear down my legs. I stumble forward from the sudden loss of contact.

"You are not playing fair," I angrily grit out.

I hear him chuckle from where he squats behind me. He taps my ankle, signaling me to step out of my shorts. Once I did, he throws them on the pile of clothes and kisses the back of my thighs. One open-mouthed kiss on each leg. His hands are holding the front of my thighs to steady me. He straightens and as his face passes my ass, he bites the flesh of my right cheek.

I yelp in surprise and swat at his head. It didn't really hurt but it stings. Before I can start to scold him, he slaps my butt and points to his left.

"Get in the shower."

I curse him under my breath but get in the shower anyway. Cheeky bastard.

When he joins me under the hot stream of water, a shocked gasp spills out of me. My hands reach out to gingerly touch the left side of his torso. A big, angry-looking bruise sits on his ribs.

"Holy shit, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry." He turns me around and pulls me into his body again. I shift as much to the right as I can, avoiding his bruise. He notices and laughs a little.

"You couldn't seriously hurt me if you tried, Romy. Not physically at least."

"You are one cocky person, you know that?" I crane my head and neck back to look at his face.

"I'm glad you noticed," he smirks and looks down at his erection.

I follow his gaze and my mind replays what just happened outside of the shower. In an instant, my concern and anger are replaced by lust. My hand travels up his broad, muscular thigh before I wrap my fingers around his dick.

Eli hisses sharply, followed by a groan. "Fuck." My hand slowly starts to move. I can't help but giggle, giddy with the awareness that I can get this reaction out of him.

"You said just showering," his strained voice reminds me.

"You started it," I retort snappishly.

"Alright, let's finish it, then," he grinds out. His arm snakes around my body and his hand nestles into the place between my thighs. His lips are covering my neck and shoulders in kisses as he slips two fingers inside of me and I moan at all the sensations running through my system.

"Your moans are my favorite sound on earth," he growls into my ear.

I moan again, this time with his name on my tongue. "Eli..."

"Forget what I just said. You moaning my name is my favorite sound." His thumb presses onto my clit and his fingers inside me curl, hitting my spot. My eyes snap shut and my knees buckle at the amount of pleasure, almost giving out.

Momentarily forgetting everything around me, I tighten my grip on his cock as a reflex to hold on to something so I don't hit the ground. Eli pulls his fingers out of me and brings his palm down onto my pussy, slapping it once. My eyes fly open in shock and my hand loosens its death grip on his rock-hard member. My brain doesn't fully register what happened yet but my body seems to fucking love it because an embarrassingly loud mix between a moan and a scream rips through me. Fascinating, what kind of sexual interests that man manages to coax out of me.

"Fuck, Eli!" I curse. What if his parents hear us?! Or me, for that matter.

"What? I couldn't risk you ripping my dick off. I need it for stuff, you know?" he chuckles into my ear. "You can grip it hard, that's not an issue. Just don't tear at it."

"I'm sorry," I pant as he slips his fingers back into me.

"Now, how about we finish this game so we can finally get into bed?"

"Sounds good to me," I breathlessly agree, resuming the movement of my hand.

Just showering my ass.