And brick by brick, I start to build that wall I have relied on, but this time, I’m going to use it to protect Forrest’s heart too. One day he’ll thank me for it.

My head might be rationalizing all that I need to do, but my body is betraying me and wants what he is offering. And just as his cock grinds down hard on me, I decide one more day won’t matter. It’s my birthday, after all.

Trying to push my plans to one side, I decide that I’m going to live every minute of this day with this incredible man, but tomorrow, I’m moving to Felisha’s apartment. Because it’s the best option for both of us.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be thinking about anything but my hard cock pounding into you and how much you want more.” That voice undoes me every time. I can’t resist him, and right now, as much as I know I should, I won’t. Because I want him to take away all my thoughts too.

“Yes, fuck me like only you can.” I’m the one reaching to kiss the life out of him this time, and it’s the start of what I can only describe as the hottest and most frantic sex we’ve had, and I won’t ever forget that moment together.

* * *

Sitting on the plane, nearly everyone is sleeping. It’s been a big weekend, full of fine wine and dining and lots of partying last night. I wish I could close my eyes and sleep too, but I just want to savor every moment I have left with Forrest in my orbit. He isn’t sleeping either, but we are just sitting together, with his arm around me, and he’s stroking my arm like he always does. Normally it would soothe me, but today, it just makes me feel sad.

After we land, I slide into the car that was waiting at the airport for us. After thanking everyone for such an amazing weekend, my phone vibrates in my bag. Pulling it out to look at the message before Forrest gets into the car with me, I see it’s from Cherie.

Cherie: I don’t know what happened, but my offer stands. Meet at my gym Tuesday night 7pm. Bring your gym gear and be ready to work hard. I’m not going to sit back and let you screw this up.

How the hell can this woman read me when she hardly knows me? I want to write “back the fuck off,” but I don’t, because if I’ve learned anything since I’ve been living with Forrest, it’s that I need help!