He turns his head, his lip pulling up on one side. The eyebrow stud that I love so much glints under the harsh fluorescent bulbs of our dorm room. “Yeah? Well, I fucking love you with all of my motherfucking heart, Preppy.” His smile turns into a full-on Cheshire grin, and he leans forward to kiss me softly.
“Be right back.”
Remi hops up, half-hard cock hanging thickly between his legs, and slips into the bathroom to clean up.
He comes back and gently wipes me down. My cheeks burn as he inspects my body to make sure I’m okay, which I assure him I am.
Remi settles back into bed and opens his arm for me. I scoot into his side, settling a hand on his chest and my leg over his thigh. We fit perfectly like this.
“So, I made plans for fall break. And I think you’re gonna be excited,” Remi says as he draws lazy circles over my hip.
“You did?” I ask, still a little breathless.
“Yeah, baby,” he croons, caressing my body reverently. “The Buffalo Bungalow is all ours. For a whole weekend. You. Me. One cabin. One bed. Alone.”
I lift my head, peering up at him, knowing my eyes are alight with excitement. “Yes, please!” I shout unnecessarily. It wasn’t even a question.
He chuckles, leaning down to nip at my lips. “Might even let you fuck me over the back of the couch again,” he teases, giving me his signature wink that makes me melt every dang time.
I get those fluttery feelings thinking about Remi letting me inside him again. It’s only happened a few times since we lost our virginity together in the cabin last year. He tends to top, and I tend to beg for it in my bottom. So it just works.
“What about your family?” I ask. “We promised we’d come home for Thanksgivin’ and spend it with them.”
“We will. We’re leaving after dinner. And after we stop by your place to say hello to the Walkers and your parents. And you better believe I’ll be bringing the booze and weed, Preppy.”
I hum, not disagreeing in the slightest. I’m not afraid to have fun anymore. Let loose a little. We’ve both changed a lot in the past year, overcoming so many of our own personal obstacles and starting the journey toward healing our traumas.
Our love may be new, but it’s forged deep, battle-hardened and practically indestructible. We’ve been through so much together. Each trial, each tribulation, has been a testament to the strength and resilience we recognized in each other from the beginning.
I roll on top of him, grabbing his wrists and boldly pinning them above his head, something I don’t normally do. “Are you really goin’ to let me bend you over the couch again?” I ask breathlessly. Ever since he said that, my mind has replayed the mental images I saved from last year at the cabin. I can’t wait to go back to the place where it all started.
“Fuck yeah, Preppy. And you can bet your ass I’ll be bending you over, too,” he practically growls. “Not sure I plan to step one foot outside the cabin unless it’s to fuck you in the hot tub or smoke a blunt.” His wolfish grin is disarming, and I already know I’ll go anywhere with him or do anything he asks of me.
Our trust runs deep, and our loyalty never wavers.
This isn’t about doing what’s right or wrong. Good or bad. It’s about doing what makes us happy. What fulfills us and brings us joy. This is our life, and we’ll live it how we damn well please.
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