He does what I say, and I hold his legs under his knees, exposing him to me and knowing that he’s mine. All mine. “I love you.” I thrust back inside him, and his back arches off the bed, his throat pulled tight as he drops his head back and moans.

“I love you too.”

I pull almost all the way out and then thrust back into him, feeling every tight muscle squeezing around me as I flatten one hand over his smooth belly. “This is real. You’re mine.”

He nods, leaning up to steal my lips with his as I wrap a hand around his cock. “And you’re mine.”

“Forever.” I meet his lips and stroke him as I slide in and out of his tight heat.

We belong to each other.

43. Camden

FORTY-THREE

CAMDEN

Kingston fucking Wells is my boyfriend. How that’s possible, I have no idea. How his dad seems to be totally supportive of it, I also don’t know, but I don’t really care.

Because he’s my boyfriend.

It hasn’t been easy. I hate that he lives so far away from me. But knowing he’s mine . . . when I do see him, I can kiss him and hold him and just be with him . . . that’s more than enough for me.

My mom and Lucy moved to Dallas, and Lucy seems to really love it there. My mom too. It’s spring break, and I should probably be driving to Kensley to hang out with Kingston, but he made me promise I wouldn’t.

I don’t hold as much animosity for that town as I once did—especially knowing how cool his parents turned out to be, as well as my mom and LeAnn. So maybe there’s hope for that small town. But I’m not really excited about ever going back.

I will for him though. Once I finish school and have my degree.

Although I don’t have a major set yet, and I’m not really sure what I could do with it around there. But we’ll figure it out. I know that somehow.

It was like everything clicked into place when he told me he was in love with me.

I said goodbye to my roommate earlier, so when there’s a knock on my door, I’m not sure what to expect. But I know what I’m hoping for, deep down inside, my heart doing this fluttering thing as I open the door.

When I see that it’s him, my dream come true in real-life form, I fling myself into his arms and wrap mine around his solid body. “You’re here.”

“I am,” he says, squeezing me tight. “You really think I’d let spring break go by without seeing you?”