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She hums, wiggling her ass against me. “You’re awake?”
“Mhmm.” My hand skims down her arm. “Feels like I’m dreaming though.”
“I know what you mean.” She glances over her shoulder, her eyes cracking open. “Tonight was perfect.”
“It was. “I brush my nose against the cusp of her ear. “Go back to sleep, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I’m not tired at the moment.” Her hand snakes behind her, and wraps around my dick. “I want to be up with you right now.”
I thrust into her hand, letting out a low groan. “I want to make love to you again.” I slide my palm over her breast, and she arches into my touch. I squeeze the perfect handful before letting my hand roam lower, sliding down her toned stomach, further down until my fingers slip between her legs.
Charly lets out a breathy moan, spreading her legs wider for me. “Make love to me, Bryce. Just like this, please.”
I reach for a condom, and then I’m guiding myself inside her. This isn’t frantic like before. It’s slow, and sensual. I take my time feeling every inch of me plunge into her warmth, and drag back out. She reaches back to grip onto my hair, holding me against her while I whisper in her ear.
You’re beautiful.
You’re perfect.
I’m yours.
We hold out for as long as we can, savoring each second of total bliss, because it’s the only way we can express how we feel for each other. Sex with Charly is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It means something. It’s more than two bodies rushing toward a finish line.
She’s ruining me.
I’ll never be the same after this.
I know this.
But right now, I can’t seem to care about the consequences.
Charly
August 5th
Dear Mom,
I can’t believe it’s already August. My time here has been flying by, and I don’t know how to slow it down. I guess it’s a good thing, because it means I’ve been having fun. Bryce and I are living in a fantasy, trying to stay in the moment and not think about what’s going to happen when I leave.
My heart aches when I’m with him, Mom.
It aches in the best way.
“Is the food okay?” Beatrice lowers herself into the chair beside me at the table. “You’ve barely touched your breakfast.”
I set down my pen, and push my eggs around the plate with my fork. “It’s delicious. I just don’t have much of an appetite lately.”
Her knowing eyes sparkle. “Love will do that to you.”
My cheeks heat, and I avert my eyes to my journal. “How are you feeling? You’ve been rubbing your wrist all morning.”
She waves a dismissive hand. “My old bones are aching. Nothing new.”
“We should have a spa day soon. Facials, massages, and drink cucumber lemon water.”
She beams. “That would be so much fun. A girl’s day.”
I gulp down my orange juice, and set the empty glass back on the table. “I’ve been thinking a lot about Mom’s bucket list lately. It’s been so fun trying new things, and having new experiences. I guess I don’t want it to stop just because the list is finished. I kind of want to make my own.”
