37. Will
CHAPTER 37
Will
T oday might have been a rollercoaster, but it was a good one. I’m surprised my body isn’t exhausted from the rush of emotions. Last night with Millie trying to leave me, to her finally becoming my real girlfriend. And there was this morning, with Mr. Rose. But when I came to the store, high from all the good things that were happening, I was not expecting things to do a 180.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get over my grandpa remembering something one minute and proceeding to forget the next. The way his eyes glossed over when he didn’t remember. His eyes wide with shock when he saw me standing there. Should I be happy he remembers my name? Isn’t that something that people say hurts the most? If he called me by my father’s name or something else, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.
If I had more time over the last week, I might have used it to do research. But to be honest, I didn’t accept there was something wrong until recently. So, I’ll talk to Tammy, the contact from Mr. Rose, next week, and I’ll hopefully be more equipped to handle situations as they arise in the future.
My grandpa has been there for me my entire life, so much so that I should call him Dad, but it’d be weird at this point. He’s given me so much. I want to give it back. He deserves to be surrounded by people who love and care for him, and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure his store makes it.
Owning the record store wouldn’t have been my first option as far as careers go, but the possibility to take it over and make it mine has me excited. I could expand my music lessons here, still offer a selection of vinyl, and bring in some instruments. It’s possible I could turn the upstairs room where I sleep now into an office, or something of the sort.
I smile to myself as I mull over this because it reminds me of talking to Millie about moving in with her, which, as I’m on my way to her house right now, I’m thrilled for. Her house is a small ranch, similar to her parents though, she doesn’t have the amount of land that they do.
It’s a light blue house with yellow shutters. A single story with a large enclosed front porch. Even though there aren’t a lot of flowers blooming, she has her porch full of all different kinds of plants and her yard has an array of them too.
I park in front of the house because she doesn’t have a driveway, and I grab the bouquet of flowers from the passenger-side door. I’m waiting to tell Millie about today’s meeting with my grandpa and Kristie. All I told her was it went well and to not worry, to which she responded with one of those woozy-face emojis and a thumbs up.
“Hi, you.” Millie stands at the front door, leaning on the frame to greet me.
She’s changed out of her daily clothes and is in a matching knit set of dark grey straight leg pants and a cropped tank. Over the tank, she has an oversized floral cardigan, which is all sorts of different colors. And half of her hair is pinned back, likely with some floral clip.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She crosses her arms, only accentuating her breasts in her tank .
I encroach her space, and as I do, she unravels her arms and wraps them around my waist. I pull her into a hug and say, “Because it’s you.”
“Oh? That’s why? Hm.” Her cheeks push into my chest as she smiles.
“Let’s go inside.” I shuffle her back into the house. “It’s too cold outside.” I exaggerate a shiver, which only makes her giggle.
“It’s like fifty degrees today, Will.”
“Yeah, too cold. Warm me up.”
“You’re the one in the jacket,” Millie says, but she hugs me tighter.
I kick the door closed behind me, and once I hear it shut, I do my best to reach and grab Millie’s ass. I lift her in the air.
“Wrap your legs around me, Rose.”
“Don’t boss me around in my house, Will.”
“ Our house.”
Millie wraps her legs around my waist, and I shift my arms to hold her more securely.
“Where do you plan on taking me?” she asks as I walk further into the house.
“To our bedroom. But…” I trail off and pin her against the closest wall. “I’m going to tell you what happened today, but first I want to spend time with you. Is that okay?”
Her face shifts from playful to serious as she thinks. “Are you asking me before you ravish me like a proper gentleman?”
“I never said I was going to be gentle, Millie.”
She bites her lip, and at first I assume she’s doing it to be sexy, until she giggles. And when she can’t stop, her giggles turn into full on laughter and her palm cups over her mouth.
“Sorry, I know you were trying to be sexy there.”
“You are the worst.” I groan and pinch her butt.
She yelps. “Hey, that’s not fair, you have me pinned to a wall. I can’t do anything to you.”
“Exactly. I should pin you to the bed instead for thinking that this is funny,” I say with a straight face. Well, it’s straight for five seconds before Millie laughs again and I join her. “I’m trying to be serious here, Millie Mae.”
She lowers her mouth and shakes her head, trying to stop giggling. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I remember fifteen-year old Will pinning me to the wall to stop me from telling Jeremy that you ate his last cookie.”
“I’m seducing you right now and you bring that up?” I groan and drop Millie’s legs to the ground.
“I know, I know. But if you want me to be honest, I will forever tell you all the weird thoughts that go on through my head.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I say and pin one hand above her head. With my other hand, I tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear and twirl the strand with my finger.
“You can go back to seducing me now,” Millie says.
“Is this what it’s always going to be like?” I ask, dipping my head to kiss her neck.
She leans her head to the side. “I think I know too much about you to have it be any other way.”
“Mm,” I mumble between kisses. My mouth moves to the other side of her neck as I say, “I wouldn’t want it to be any other way. It means more that I’ve known you my entire life.”
“Most of your life,” Millie corrects right away.
She unzips my jacket, and I slide it off, throwing it on the floor to the left.
“My life was nothing before I met you,” I say.
“You were only three, I doubt you remember.”
“Stop being a brat,” I say and bite her neck.
She leans into me as I bite harder, then use my tongue to soothe the bite. I want to claim her, mark her as mine, let the whole town see that she’s forever taken.
“Mm, but why would I when it’s so fun?” She places her palm on my cock .
She grips it hard, and I buckle at the touch. She moves her other hand to unbutton my jeans. Instead of unzipping and removing my pants, she replaces her hand on my hip and slips the other over my cock.
“What a fucking tease,” I grumble into her skin.
She hums as she palms my length, slowly and deliberately moving her hand.
I push into her hand, wanting more from her, aching to have her fingers wrapped around me.
But she pulls her hand away. I groan. She’s doing this on purpose, I know that because at the same time my mouth returns to hers, she arches her back, pushing back into me.
This is when I decide to return to what I was doing before and loop my hands around her ass. This time, because our kisses are more frenzied, she doesn’t laugh when I pick her up. She holds onto me tighter, her tight pussy resting right above my cock. Fuck, we need fewer clothes on right now.
And so, I take us to her bedroom, which is at the end of the hall. The lamp is on, so I don’t have to bother flipping on a light before I lay her on the bed.
“Move up a little for me, love. Lay your head on your pillow. I’ll be right back.”
She does as I say, not talking back or arguing. Her chest rises and falls, and I get an idea.
I walk to the attached bathroom to use it. She used to keep a certain item close by when we’d end our nights at her house. Is it still here? Sure enough, I open the top drawer and discover the very same dark blue bag. And inside is a small pink vibrator, perfect for what I have planned.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Millie has removed her clothes and lays in bed naked.
“Eager one, are we?” I ask as I strip. She watches every move as I pull off my pants, underwear, and shirt. I move closer to the bed and place the vibrator next to her .
“Why do you have that?” she asks, not embarrassed that I’ve found it, but genuinely curious why I went and got it.
“Why not?”
“It was in a bag, how did you even know?” Millie asks.
“I…looked?” Millie drops her jaw at my confession. “How could I not? I had to know what you use when you dream about me every night.”
She laughs.
“Am I wrong?”