Promise Me (RLU #1)

by Carlie Jean

What a lame lay.

go celibate until the end of the school year. It’s only September, but I can do it, and if not, my vibrator will do the job just fine. Better than Brad could ever.

It seems like Brad is a little boy who’s not used to not getting what he wants—a typical trust fund kid.

Now, tell me what the hell Brad did to you tonight before I walk my ass down there and ask him myself, which will only wind up with my fist in his face and my paper unwritten. So talk, now.” “Easy there.”

Fuck. Fucking fuck.

“Yeah, I’d have a fuck ton of sexual frustration if I was twenty-five, still a virgin, with no intimate contact whatsoever in seven years.”

“Love you, Dad.” “Love you more, Cupcake.” “What am I? Chopped liver?” Nate teases, his eyebrows quirked up. My dad grins. “Oh, Muffin, are you jealous?”

make time for those who matter as much as possible. Because you never know when you won’t be able to.

If I have to make one more vodka cranberry for all the puck bunnies in this joint, I may lose it.

“Oh man, Cameron is in trouble. I can’t wait to watch him fall,” he muses as he shoves his arms into his jacket. “Fall?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Finn’s body retreats. Turning around, his head twists over his shoulder, and he says, “In love with you.”

She’s slowly starting to become a code I want to crack. A series of numbers out of order that I want to put back in their proper place to function again.

“If you ever meet someone worthy of sharing your big ass heart with, give them a chance. I’m willing to share,” she says, and before I cut her off, she adds, “I want to be an aunt already, help me out, would ya?”

She’s fucking beautiful, and I can’t deny it, as much as I want to.

“Yup. Your arrogance is well-deserved, Fields. What a smart cookie you are.”

You know when you hear an old favorite song and it fills you with a warm, happy feeling at the familiar tune? Yeah, that’s what listening to her laugh did to me, and despite it being new, it feels like my heart knows its tune already. I’m in trouble.

“Hell no. Please don’t ever catch the flu again. My brain can’t handle watching Peter Parker say he doesn’t want to go.”

I want to take care of Aurora Vallacourt, and once I start, there’s no stopping.

No, no, no. This is not good. He can’t do this to my poor, secretly hopeless romantic heart. This man. This sweet, kind, caring man. He remembered my favorite food combination and got me a heated stuffed cupcake, which I told him is what my dad calls me.

He’s making my girl uncomfortable for whatever reason, and to hell if I’m going to let it continue.

Little does she know I’ve imagined her as mine more times than I’d like to admit.

Cameron… that man. He is the sweetest, most caring man I’ve ever met, and I bet I haven’t even seen half of it yet.

“Who did this to you?”

leave with Aurora warm and safe inside my car. Right where I know she’s meant to be.

“I wanted to try and take this slow, but I don’t know if I can, love. Not after I’ve got my first taste. I want more.”

“Nope. All I own are silk sets. It’s my guilty pleasure, along with lingerie.” His eyes nearly bug out of his head, his fist coming up to his mouth. “Stop talking, please,

“For being you. For being so goddamn strong, confident, and an amazing person overall. It’s inspiring, and I’m proud of you. Not because you kick ass at volleyball, but because you add extra light to this world just being who you are.”

He knew my stance with driving in the snow and came to pick me up so that I wouldn’t be scared driving home.

I pull her for another quick hug, “Okay, drive safe. Love you.” She smiles at me, “I love you too, but not in the way that Cameron does.”

Then, she gives me a fucking mindblowing blowjob underneath our table in the corner of the library, by the window overlooking the mountains.

Despite my weak attempt at keeping her at a distance, I love the hell out of Aurora Vallacourt.

He wraps his lips around my clit, sucking it into his mouth hard as he eats me out against the fucking wall while I’m on his shoulders.

“You’re going to come for me two more times, at least

Thank you so much for dating my brother. I was worried the guy would become a crazy dog man, you know, the opposite of a crazy cat lady?”

“Thanks for being there for my Cupcake that night. And please don’t act weird around me because I run the school. I’m a cool dad, I swear.”

I feel how hard he is against my back. My brother grimaces. “Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too. Although, I’d prefer it if you didn’t have a boner, but beggars can’t be choosers.” Oh. My. Fuck.

I can’t believe he would touch me at a family dinner, but part of me isn’t shocked. The man is a sweetheart in public but dirtier than I imagined in the sheets.

Plus, Cameron wanted a tour.” A tour of my pussy, maybe, because he didn’t see a damn thing in the basement.

You’re all I can think of, from when I wake up to when I go to sleep. No one and nothing has ever consumed me the way that you do. ”

“I knew watching you fall in love with her would be fun, but seeing you as a lovesick puppy? Even better.”

“Sometimes, the dreams we’re chasing aren’t all we’re meant to be.”

just because you start on one path and it leads you astray doesn’t mean you need to get back to it. Maybe we can take a path that leads us to achieve more than just that one dream.”

“You know you could come by and do my laundry whenever you’re bored. I hear that’s the new way of saying thank you these days,”

“None of my dreams make sense without you in it. You are the dream, Rory.”