Page 74 of Floored By Love

So, what happened that night?

Luke took a deep breath and then explained. “Well, I told my parents we weren’t seeing each other anymore, but you remember, we were still texting and had planned to keep dating anyway. My parents somehow got the transcripts of our texts on the day of the ceremony, so they knew I was lying. They took my phone from me and told me to decide. I was to go home with them and stop talking to you. Or I could stay here, ‘throwing away my future’ as they called it, but they would cut me out of their lives. No money, no college, no car, no place to live. I was alone and upset.”

I heard his voice break and noticed he was crying. “And a coward.”

I was having a hard time holding back tears myself.

He wiped his face with his hands and continued. “We checked out of the hotel, and we were at the airport before the ceremony even started. I was pretty much crying the entire time, but they didn’t care. They’d already fired Shane. A few weeks later, they told me I was going to New York for school. They found Cassandra soon after that. I was extremely depressed that first year, but Ty helped me find a therapist and then I saw you win the national championship. I started trying harder then, hoping we could both make the Olympics again, and somehow that would help me get you back.”

I knew he was sorry, and I felt bad he had to go through that, but it wasn’t easy for me either. I needed something more.

What’s different now?

I looked up at him, waiting for his answer. He looked down at me, meeting my gaze, and his words pierced through what shield of self-preservation I had left.

“I made the wrong choice, Cam. I lost four years with you and I don’t want to lose any more. I don’t care what my parents take away from me. There is nothing they could take that would be worth more than you, those four years, or our future together.”

I bit my lip. It was quivering.

He sounded so desperate. “If you’ll have me.”

And then he brought his hand to my cheek. And damn his eyes. His words had already convinced me. I had been waiting for them for years, my life on pause, hoping he still felt this way. But his eyes were beautiful, and I had missed staring into them. He had a little freckle below his right eye that disappeared into a tiny wrinkle when he smiled. And I missed that too. I could tell he was holding his breath, waiting for me to write something.

Instead, I dropped the pen and notepad, hooked my left hand around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. He froze for just a second before he relaxed and gave his lips free reign to explore mine.

It had been years, but the spark was as strong as that first night when “Alex” knocked on my door. It was weird how this all started, but sometimes weird worked.

Part of me worried about his parents and what would happen, and part of me didn’t care because I was kissing Luke and he was kissing me. Eventually, the worries disappeared. I couldn't think of anything besides our kiss.

He pulled away first, and I couldn’t help the disappointed whine that came from my mouth.

“You’re sure you still want me?”

I heard the vulnerability in his voice, and I wanted to lighten the mood, while also satisfying a long-standing need, so I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my groin. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him.

“I guess that answers that,” was all he said before his lips were on mine again. It was slightly awkward to kiss him at this angle, so I pulled at his shirt.

“What, Cam?”

I sighed and grabbed the notepad.

Straddle me.

His eyes widened, but without hesitation, he sat on my lap. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to touch his body. I pulled at the bottom of his shirt and he leaned down so I could pull it completely off.

He had some hair on his chest now and a fairly obvious treasure trail. He must’ve stopped waxing, and his pegasus tattoo still looked amazing. I whispered, “Fuck,” and he shushed me, pressing his finger to my lips. I slipped my tongue out to lick it and deftly sucked it into my mouth.

“Oh Jesus, Cam.”

I could see the bulge in the front of his shorts, and it reminded me to grind my dick against his ass. He pulled his finger from my mouth and used his hands to balance himself on top of me.

“I like this position,” he said, smiling. He leaned over to kiss me again and I placed my hands on his hips, teasing at his waistband. I wanted to get him completely naked so badly, but all this damn tubing hindered my mobility.

“I can’t wait to get you naked, Cam. I wanna see that cock dripping for me.”

There was a knock on the door. I heard Luke say “fuck” as the door opened. He tried to get off of me, but got caught on my IV. His dismount was a disaster. I could see he was falling off the bed and I realized my IV was about to be ripped out of my hand, so I grabbed him to prevent that. I also didn’t want him to get hurt.

He hadn’t seemed to think much about his landing and I got pulled off the bed with him. I wasn’t strong enough to stop him, but I kept him from crashing onto the floor uncontrollably. We kind of slid down there instead.