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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

Before that last word leaves my lips, he’s flying across the couch and crashing his lips against mine. We fall back, with him situating between my legs, as we devour one another. His tongue strokes mine, his hands curling around the back of my neck, as mine grab his hips, keeping him as close to me as possible. We get lost to each other for a while, making out like we have all the time in the world… and maybe we do. We’re both rock solid in a matter of seconds, but neither of us makes any move to do anything more than hold on to each other and pour our feelings into this kiss.

By the time we pull apart, our lips are red and swollen, both of us looking drunk off one another. We spend the rest of the evening curled up together on the couch. Not worrying about the rest of the school year, not worrying about what the summer will bring, or what after will bring. We simply just exist together, the way that feels natural.

There’re still a couple of months of school left, and then after summer, we have our whole lives. What’s meant to be will always find a way, and I truly believe that. The universe has brought us together not once, but twice, and there’s a reason for that.

Part Three

Part Three

“It was instinctive, the way I fell for you. Like an effortless intake of breath.”

-Josh Walker

Theme Song:

Without Fear by Dermot Kennedy

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Three

Cash DeMarco

July—Dublin, Ireland

I’m about three weeks into my two-month faux-backpacking adventure. I say faux because I’m mostly staying in hotels or rented homes and rooms inside ridiculously lavish castles. Not really authentically backpacking. It’s been amazing traveling, though, seeing all the rich culture and history, and I’ve gotten solid writing done. I started in England; went to London and visited Westminster Abbey and Buckingham Palace. Both of those were such an experience. Also spent some time in Manchester and Brighton before leaving England and heading to Scotland.

Glasgow was my first stop there, and the fucking art museums are unbelievable. And the architecture was breathtaking. I’ve taken so many pictures and videos to show Stone, but of course, none of them do any of it justice. I spent several days in the Cairngorms, hiking and sightseeing. That was where the majority of my writing has taken place. The views are astonishing. Miles of wide-open spaces with no one around. It was easy to get lost in my words.