Forrest Green

Chapter 38: Our Song, Fairies and Five Year Old's

Chapter 38: Our Song, Fairies and Five-Year Old's

A few minutes ago, while I was scrolling on Instagram, I saw a picture of a couple cuddling into each other with the boyfriend's hand on the girl's butt. I showed the picture to Forrest and made a slightly passive-aggressive comment about how I wished my boyfriend wanted to touch my butt. Forrest replied back to me other than an exaggerated eye roll, so when we pull into my driveway, and he tugs on my hand to bring me close to him, I'm somewhat suspicious.

He leans closer and plants his lips on mine, his hand sliding up my arm and to my face, leaving a heated path behind his fingers. He gently tilts my head to deepen the kiss. His lips leave mine, beginning to trail kisses down my jaw and toward my ears, nipping at my skin. My breathing picks up when between placing kisses on my neck, he whispers, "Just because I don't grope you, doesn't mean I'm not attracted to you."

"I never said I didn't think you were attracted to me." I manage to breathe out as he continues to place small kisses on my skin, working his way to the base of my throat.

"But you implied it." He mutters, his teeth nipping at my skin. "Do you know how bad I want you?"

My hand finds his head and grips his hair, holding him to me. "You tell me all the time, but I wouldn't mind feeling it every once in a while."

"Oh, yeah?" He asks, his mouth finding mine again in a heated deep kiss that makes my skin feel alive. He continues to kiss me pulling me so close to his body that the only thing keeping me from climbing into the driver's seat with him is my seatbelt. His hands leave my face as his fingers slowly glide over my collar bone.

Just when I think I'll finally get experience second base with Forrest, there's a loud knock on the driver's side window. We jump apart and find my mom standing on the other side of the glass with an excited look on her face as she gives us a double thumbs-up. I roll my eyes at her and reach across the Forrest to roll his window down. I give my mom a disapproving look for interrupting us and ask, "Is there any reason you felt the need to hobble outside and disturb us?"

She smirks at us, leaning her weight onto her crutches. "Well, I thought you should know that Billy is picking me up and taking me out to dinner."

"Did you have to come outside to tell us that?" I ask, mildly annoyed that I was finally getting somewhere with Forrest only to be interrupted by my mother.

She shrugs, not answering my question as she turns around and goes back inside. Forrest meets my eyes and leans in to give me a few quick pecks on the lips. "We'll finish this later."

"Promise?" I raise an eyebrow at him and bring my lips to his in a chaste kiss.

A sly smile raises his lips as he kisses mine one more time. "You'll have to wait and find out."

"Come on the milk is getting warm and probably sweating all over the trunk." I pull back and smirk at him, laughing to myself about sweaty jug jokes before getting out of the car.

I grab a few bags from the trunk before heading inside and kicking my shoes off. I set the bags on the counter and go to help Forrest with the rest of the bags when I see him walking up the porch stairs with all the bags hanging from his arms like he's some sort of grocery bag superhero. I roll my eyes at him as he mutters that he grabbed all the bags. I hold the screen door open for him and whisper, "Show off."

"Don't be jealous that I have super strength and you don't!" Forrest exclaims as he strong-arms all the bags to the kitchen. I follow behind him and begin pulling items out of the bags to put away. Forrest shakes his head at me and says, "I'll put this stuff away if you can find me a clean pair of sweatpants."