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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

After we pull apart, he buries his face into my neck, pressing soft kisses down as we stay there, holding each other and steadying our breathing. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he says breathlessly into my neck.

His words make my chest swell. The love I have for him is boundless. “You’re it for me, Bambi.”

Sitting up, he peers at me for a moment before pressing his swollen lips onto mine again. Our kisses always say everything we can’t. Eventually, he climbs off my lap, and we get dressed again. It’s pouring even harder by the time I put the car in drive and pull back onto the road.

He glances over at me, and I, him. “Seems like storms and fields are kind of our thing,” he says with a smirk.

He’s right. We are always drawn to those when we’re together. The grin on his face is contagious, and one tugs on my lips as I grab his hand, pulling it onto my lap. We hold hands like that the entire way home, and once we get inside, we share a hot shower where we make each other come again, before tangling up under the covers and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-One

Cash DeMarco

Finals are upon us, and my workload has been insane. Between grading papers, helping students before and after class, getting them ready for their tests, and making sure they pass—I’ve had a few problem students this semester—I’ve barely had any time to think or breathe.

Making time for Stone has been next to impossible. It’s been about two weeks since we went to Club Mayhem, and I still think about that hot as fuck night almost daily. We’ve met for lunch a few times and he came over to my house for dinner a couple of times too, but aside from that, we’ve both been too busy—and then subsequently, too tired—for much more.

Spring break is next week, and I couldn’t be more excited. I’m visiting Weston in Miami for the week. I leave Friday after my last class is over. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen him, and it’ll be great to catch up and let loose. It’s kind of shitty timing, with Stone and I doing whatever it is that we’re doing, but I’m not canceling.