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I smile, the answer crystal clear. “That’s not even a question.”
It’s simple.
“I choose Brayden, and I always will—over and over.”
Chapter forty-eight
Bohdi
After my chat with Cash, I realized I need to make a move. Teaching while being in love with Bray isn’t sustainable. He’s not any student; he means everything to me. Until he graduates, I’ll keep things low-key for his sake, but I can’t keep up this act. Those classes I teach him? They’re a struggle—I want to treat him differently, but I can’t.
He’s the love of my fucking life.
Plus, do you know how hard it is to teach him, knowing what it feels like to have his tight ass wrapped around my dick? It’s increasingly distracting. I’m tired of constantly adjusting myself, wearing my blazer as armor during lectures.
Last night, Brayden stayed over at my place, along with Cash and Rylee. We gathered around the table, ordered takeout, and Face Timed Bridget. Laughter filled the room as we reminisced about Jace and Bex. Rylee clung to Brayden, tears flowing freely. In those moments, it hit me—I want Brayden to be more than asecret. I want him to be part of my life, part of my family. Last night’s glimpse of what could be confirmed my decision.
It’s always going to be Brayden.
That’s why I’m now standing outside his dorm room door, the number 13 biggest fan hap on my head pulled down low and a sweater on, with the hood pulled up. I need to tell him what I’m going to do.
I don’t bother knocking. I know Cope has already left as I see him on my way up, to which he looked at me funny.
“Bra—” I halt my step as I open the door and see Brayden sitting on his bed, but that’s not what’s shocked me. It’s Lance sitting next to him.
“What the fuck?” I growl. Brayden’s eyes widen as they move from me to Lance. Lance eyes squint up at me, taking me in and then he looks at Brayden wide-eyed.
“Get the fuck out!” I snap. Lance looks at me like I’ve grown an extra head, but I don’t care. I’m not thinking rationally right now. All I see is Brayden’s ex fuck buddy sitting on his fucking bed.
“Get the fuck out, or I will drag you out myself.” Lance’s eyes open wide as he grabs his coat and bag and darts past me. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before Brayden is in my face.
“You fucked up. You really fucked up,” he spits.
“I fucked up? What the fuck are you doing with your ex fuck buddy sitting on your bed with you?” I grit, feeling my resolve about to snap like an overused elastic band.
“If you’d asked instead of going all caveman, I’d have explained. I invited Lan here to tell him I’ve met someone—someone I love. Lan has texted me a few times, and I never replied. I thought I owed it to him to clarify that I’m no longer available.” Brayden runs his hands through his hair.
“He definitely knows who I’ve fallen for now.” His gaze sweeps over me, head shaking. “This is totally fucked up. Shit, I need to go after him.”
I grab Brayden’s arm. “I’m resigning.” Brayden freezes, staring up at me wide-eyed.
“You’re what?”
“I’m resigning from this job.”
“What why?”
“Because I chose you.”
“No, no, you can’t do this. This is your job, your livelihood.”
“There are countless other jobs out there,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion. “But what I want is a life with you, a real life. I want to wake up beside you every morning, share laughter, and proudly show the world that you’re mine. No more hiding.”
Brayden’s expression shifts from shock to uncertainty. “I don’t know what to say, Boh.”
“Just tell me you support my decision,” I plead. “Today, right now.”
His eyes search mine, pleading. “If it means having you in every way possible, then yes,” he says softly. “But promise me this is for you, not just for us.”
