And her pussy? Fuck, her pussy was a goddamn masterpiece. Tight, wet, and so fucking hungry it felt like she could suck the soul right out of me. I'd spread her legs wide, my cock throbbing impatiently, and when I finally sank into her, it was like drowning in molten fucking lava.
Every thrust was electric, every inch of her gripping me like a vice, and when she came—when she came—she'd scream my name like it was the only word she knew.
We'd fuck until the sun came up, until our bodies were slick with sweat and our minds were too fucked out to remember what day it was. She'd ride me like her life depended on it, her hips grinding against mine, her ass clenching with every desperate, needy thrust.
And when I finally came—because, Christ, I always fucking came—it was like the world fucking exploded.
So yeah, I drowned myself in her. Every. Fucking. Day.
And I'll do it again in a heartbeat, because Caroline isn't just a distraction—she's my damn addiction. The only thing that keeps me from spiraling while waiting for answers, keeps me from calling Sam every hour like some overbearing, helicopter brother on crack.
And Caroline? She knows exactly what I need.
She's the one whoprescribesit actually... preferably twice a day.
And, well—what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't follow medical advice?
Very obedient. Very committed. Five stars. Highly recommend.
When I'm not with my girlfriend though, I'm hovering.
Dropping by Sam's classes.
Then pretending I"just happened to be on this side of campus."
Showing up at the library with a textbook I definitely wasn't going to open.
Then pretending I was there to"get some studying done,"even though Sam knows damn well I hate studying in the library and haven't voluntarily cracked a book in that building since freshman year.
She saw through me every damn time.
She kept giving me that dead-eyed, soul-snatching glare and muttering,
"Zachy, if you ask me one more time if the doctor called, I'm throwing your phone in the lake."
I shut up... for maybe three hours.
But underneath all the jokes, the hovering, the pretending I'm not coming apart?
Yeah.
I'm terrified.
Because the longer these results take... the more my brain starts sprinting to the worst possible place.
And I'm trying so damn hard not to lose it.
I'm sprawled on the couch with the Archer twins, half-listening to them bicker over whatever cursed video game they're screaming at again. Practice ended a while ago, so I'm just here waiting for the clock to hit 6:30 so I can meet Caroline for dinner.
Phone in hand, I'm about to text my sister to ask if she wants to join us — even though I already know her answer. According to her, watching me and Caroline be "disgustingly in love" ruins her appetite.
I'm halfway through typing when the front door opens.
And Sam walks in.
Actually,strutsin — bright-eyed, practically glowing, like she just stepped into her favorite mall on Black Friday.
Her eyes sweep the room, searching.
