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  1. Catch Me If You Can
  2. Ella Kit
  3. Catch Me If You Can
  4. Contents
  5. Content Warning
  6. Book Soundtrack
  7. 9 months until prom night
  8. nathan
  9. 6 months until prom night
  10. Nathan
  11. 4 months until prom night
  12. nathan
  13. prom night
  14. caleb
  15. Nathan
  16. four years later
  17. caleb
  18. nathan
  19. caleb
  20. nathan
  21. caleb
  22. nathan
  23. caleb
  24. nathan
  25. caleb
  26. nathan
  27. caleb
  28. nathan
  29. caleb
  30. nathan
  31. caleb
  32. nathan
  33. caleb
  34. nathan
  35. caleb
  36. nathan
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  38. nathan
  39. caleb
  40. nathan
  41. caleb
  42. nathan
  43. caleb
  44. nathan
  45. caleb
  46. one year later
  47. nathan
  48. a year after that
  49. caleb
  50. acknowledgments
  51. about the author

“That was… the best sex I’ve ever had,” Caleb mutters as I lay my head on his arm, already waiting for me.

“I don’t have to think. I know,” I say with a soft smile, nuzzling in.

“Nathaniel, that’s rude. Poor Sarah,” he fake cringes.

“Don’t you dare bring up your ex right after we just had mind-blowing sex,” I tease, nudging my knee into his thigh.

He laughs. “Mind-blowing, huh?”

I open my eyes and meet his. He’s smiling.

“Sounds exactly right.”

I bite my lip. “Half an hour nap and we go for round two?”

He cups my face, pulling me in. “I don’t think I can wait half an hour.”

And then he kisses me so deeply, my toes curl.

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“Fuck!” I moan, releasing into his mouth.

My fingers grip Nathaniel’s golden-brown hair, which looks more like dark brown under the water. My vision blanks out as I try to float back down to earth. I lean my head against the shower wall, letting the water stream over my face.

He rises to his feet, licking his lips like he owns me. When I followed him in here this morning, I didn’t expect to be the one completely blissed out. I came in with the intention of driving him wild—but he always finds a way to turn the tables.

“Mmm,” I murmur, unable to string a proper sentence together.

He leans into the water and brushes his lips softly over mine. I blink open my eyes, wondering why he’s being so quiet—until I glance down and see his erection standing tall, his hand lazily stroking up and down.

He gently grabs my arms and turns me around to face the wall.

“What are you doing?” I laugh breathlessly.

Still silent, his fingertips run teasingly down my crease, his answer clear.

“Please, Nathaniel,” I whisper, leaning my head back against his shoulder. But he backs away, just out of reach, and I bite back a needy sound. Is he seriously playing hard to get right now?

With one hand, he tilts my body forward. The other guides my hips back. I brace myself against the wall, positioning as instructed. When he nudges my foot with his, I spread for him without question.

The shower isn’t huge, but it’s just big enough for both of us. Steam curls around us as I close my eyes and give in to his touch.

“I’m so happy,” I mutter under my breath.

He pauses, fingers gently squeezing me in response.

Then, suddenly, I feel something warm drizzle down my rim. He’s using my cum as lube. His fingers follow right after, spreading it in smoothly. What a dirty, dirty boy.

This is one of the many things I love about Nathaniel: left to his own devices, he constantly surprises me. I think he surprises himself, and it’s mesmerizing to witness.

“Oh, damn,” I moan, finally understanding what he’s doing.

“I’m happy too,” Nathaniel finally says, his voice deep and sure. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” One finger slips into me, and I gasp.