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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

“Fuck, yeah. Wearing that fine as hell leather jacket, looking like my Leather Daddy fantasy come to life.” He takes a step closer, his hand grabbing the bottom of my jacket. “What’s a guy gotta do to get a ride on this bike?”

The first genuine smile I’ve had all day slides on my lips. “Maybe after graduation, we can go for a ride.”

“I’ll hold you to that, teach,” he mutters with a smirk.

“You got yourself a deal, then.”

He watches me, probably seeing right through me. “Everything okay? You look extra serious tonight. Got your teacher face on.”

Lifting my brow, I ask, “My teacher face?”

His laughter wraps around me, holding me tight. “Yeah. You have a serious face you use when you’re doing lectures. Quit deflecting, teach. What’s wrong?”

“I hope you know that you mean so much to me, Cash. Truly.”

Taking a step back, he lets go of my jacket, eyes widening. “Are you ending this? You’re freaking me out.” He laughs, but it’s lacking humor.

“What? No! Um, Jesus. I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

Cash pulls me in, pressing his lips down on mine for a moment. Pulling back, he looks me directly in the eye. “Hey. Whatever it is, just say it. It’s okay.”

“Aida and I spoke today… about a lot of things. We’re splitting up… I asked for a divorce.”

He’s quiet for a while, probably absorbing it all. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, absolutely. We’ve been unhappy for many years. It was time.”

“Well, yeah, but still. You guys have been together a long time. It would be normal and understandable to feel some type of way about it, even if it’s what you want.”

If it’s even possible, my heart expands even more for him. He never fails to surprise me, reminding me what a genuinely good person he is. Wise beyond his years, and so full of empathy and love. How the hell did I find him?

“No, I’m okay. It’s going to be rough, and not everything has been decided yet. We have to sell the house, and Aida needs to figure out where she’s going to go, but I wanted you to know anyway.”

“Thank you,” he whispers. “I’m here, but I also know this is a lot for you, so if you need some time to figure it all out, that’s cool too. I’m not going anywhere.”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, I say, “You’re amazing, you know that?”