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What’s the point of having friends if you can’t fuck mercilessly with them?
And if you don’t go after them, they certainly aren’t going to chase you back.
Bucket List for College 1. Make out at the library 2. Skinny dip 3. Karaoke 4. Get drunk at a party 5. Romantic date 6. Orgasm (with another person) 7. Dance at a club 8. Sex in a public place 9. Skip class 10. Fall in love
I need to stop every once in a while, take a deep breath, and enjoy myself.
At the end of the day, isn’t that all we really want? To find someone who loves us for the person we are? Someone who will stick by us through thick and thin?
It’ll be over my dead and buried body that she goes home with another dude.
I’ve secretly wanted this girl for years. Probably a decade, if I’m being completely honest with myself. It’s the reason I’ve always been so adamant about keeping my distance and not spending time around her. No matter how much I craved it.
If she were my girl, it would be romantic dates all the damn time.
The color that blooms in her cheeks only amps me up more. The girls I normally screw around with are skilled and know how to manipulate a situation. Every flip of their hair, bite of their lip, coy look aimed in a guy’s direction is a practiced and calculated move on their part. At the end of the day, it’s all a game. And they sure as shit don’t blush when thinking or discussing sex. It only reinforces how different and special she truly is.
She’s a temptation I can’t wait to explore.
Here’s a weird little twist—I actually like the slow build of anticipation.
Know what I haven’t done? Waited. Anticipated. Bided my sweet time while everything slowly built inside until it reached a fever pitch. I’ve never contemplated someone for days on end and all the delicious ways I was going to run my hands over their body.
“I didn’t think you noticed.” Unable to help myself, I shift closer as my gaze stays pinned to hers. “I noticed everything.”
“Should I cross orgasm off the list?” His gaze drops to my lips for just a moment before slanting upward again. “You’ll cross that one off when I’m buried deep inside your pussy.”
won’t let anything happen to you, all right?”
“I’ll keep you safe.”
“You are, Juliette. So fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at you sometimes.”
Can you even imagine my dad being a womanizer? It makes me laugh every time. The man is such a smitten kitten when it comes to my mother.
Instead of glancing around, his gaze stays pinned to mine as if he’s completely oblivious. It stirs up the exact kinds of feelings I’m trying to avoid. The way he stares makes my pulse thrum beneath my skin.
His gaze searches mine. “Are you on the pill?” “Yes.” He releases a steady breath as an internal debate is waged within him. “I’ve never fucked a girl without a condom, but I don’t want anything coming between us when I take you. Are you good with that?”
“I don’t want anyone else touching you, Juliette. Period.” Warmth ignites in my chest before spreading outward. “Are we setting conditions? Is that what we’re doing now? Because I don’t want anyone else touching you either.” “Done.” Tension ebbs from his voice and body as he presses his lips to mine.
When it comes down to it, none of them have ever made me feel.
“Most of my childhood memories involve you, one way or another,” he admits softly.
As soon as we hit the ice, my muscles tense, and I wobble. He pulls me closer before wrapping an arm around my waist and whispering against my hair, “I won’t let you fall. Promise.”
Even though this relationship has barely begun, I don’t want to let her go. I want to keep her with me. I want this to grow into something more.
I want everyone to know that Juliette belongs to me. I’m her man. Me.
Every muscle weakens until it feels like my knees will turn to jelly. “I love you too.”
It was never something that was looked upon as a disability. He just learns differently. Sometimes that means accommodations or modifications.
What I do know is that Juliette sees more than just hockey when she looks at me. She sees all the possibilities that I’m unable to. Because of that, the future doesn’t seem quite so scary with her by my side.
“You don’t have to be a straight A student for your father and I to be proud of you.” There’s a pause. “You understand that, right?” “Yup.” I’ve always known it. They’re not the ones who put all the pressure on me. I am. It’s one hundred percent internal. It’s something I realized in high school. I’m the one who sets high standards for myself. Not them. And I’m the one who beats myself up when I’m anything less than perfect.
“I smell stroganoff! My guess is that someone’s looking to get lucky tonight!” Mom presses her lips together as her shoulders shake with silent mirth. Just as Dad rounds the corner, he grinds to an abrupt halt when he catches sight of me in Mom’s arms. “Oh.” He glances from me to Mom and then back again as a dull flush crawls up his cheeks. “Well…this is certainly awkward.”
his lucky penny is glued to the bottom of his left skate.
wait that’s actually genius
I got the girl. I got hockey. And good friends who have my back. What more could a guy ask for?
such a cutie pie!!
“Just in case you didn’t realize it, you’re my everything,” I whisper. “The very reason I draw air into my lungs. You. And nothing will ever change that.”
oh my god.
