Good enough for me.
Though I had not expected to wake up on release day alone in our bed. The moon and the sun competed outside when I opened my eyes. I stretched out my arm beside me, feeling nothing but an empty cold side. Panic set in, and I sat up, allowing the blankets to bunch at my waist. At the same time, the door creaked open, and Ollie came through balancing two cups under his chin and a brown bag tucked under his arm.
“Where were you?” I asked as he kicked the door closed.
Ollie dropped the bag into my lap and shifted the cups into both hands. He leaned over and landed a kiss over my lips before sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Happy release day, love.”
“Is that what I think it is?” I asked, staring at the bag between my legs.
Ollie handed me a cup. “Working on baby number three,” he took a sip from his cup, closed his eyes, savored, and swallowed. It had been so long since I’d seen him do that. That small gesture told me he’d been waiting for that first sip until he got back to me. “Eat. We have no time to waste.”
In no time, I scarfed down the glazed croissant before Ollie rushed me out the door. “You’re freaking me out. What’s gotten into you?” I asked as he pulled me down the hallway.
“I have ten minutes before the rest of the campus wakes up. Ten minutes,” Ollie pushed through the door and turned to face me, grabbing two towels from the shelf with a rebellious smile. “You and I are making love in that shower one last time,” he took a step forward, eating the distance between us, “I promised myself I’d never fuck you like that again, so this time will be different. I’m going to fuck you, Mia, then make sweet love to you, then go back and do it all over again. I want you fast, slow, and turn you into a pile of fucking mess in my arms. Is that okay with you?”
My tongue wasn’t working. I opened my mouth and shut it again. Ollie raised a brow. “Yeah,” I cleared my throat. “yeah, that sounds … yeah.”
“Good.” Ollie threw the towels over his shoulder and picked me up in his arms walking me into our stall until my back hit the wall. He flipped the water on, and ice-cold water sprayed over us, but neither one of us cared.
It happened quick—the tearing off of clothes. My legs clenched around Ollie’s waist all while his tongue collided with mine. “Christ, Mia … always ready,” he breathed against my mouth. “Forgive me,” he rushed out before snaking his arm behind my back, and slammed inside.
The instant connection was mind-blowing.
Ollie held true to his word.
He took me hard and deep with angelic hands and the kiss of a saint.
Then we made slow, sweet love.
And then he did it all over again.
And not just in the shower—in the library, too.
“I’m going to be busy for most of the day,” Ollie informed as we got dressed in our nook under the skylight. He pulled hisPoetichoodie over his head and pushed his overgrown hair back. His eyes hit mine, and he shook his head with disbelief in his eyes and whispered to himself, “I don’t deserve you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his raw lips gently. Ollie’s fingers dragged down my sides, sending shivers up my spine. “Are you going to be okay without me?”
I nodded, and his mouth inched down my neck. “What’s keeping you from spending the day with me? What’s so important?” I asked, struggling to hold it together while his mouth covered my nipple.
“Our future,” he looked up from below, “but if you don’t put your shirt back on, that will be at risk.” I dropped my head back and laughed, and Ollie’s hands gripped my sides as he came back up. “There are last-minute things I need to take care of,” his hands drifted up to my chest, my neck, then cupped my face, “Three-o-clock, love. I’ll have our bags packed and a car waiting for us. Say it, Mia. Say Three-o-clock.”
“Three-o-clock.”
Ollie kissed me. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you more.”
Ollie kissed me again.
My head darted over to Liam. “You can’t seriously go back to that house,” he whisper-shouted. “They are poison. He’s going to send you away … and what’s next? Military school?”
My head snapped to Jake.
“You don’t know him,” Jake seethed.
Liam slammed his palm over the table in the mess hall, and my head darted back to him. “He doesn’t know you! Not like I do!” Liam shouted.
My head whipped back and forth between the two as if I were caught in an episode ofJerry Springer, when finally, I held up a palm in both their faces. “You guys need to chill out. Take it somewhere else. You’re ruining release day for me,” I pouted. “Jake, what is keeping you from going with Liam?”
“Easy,” he fell back into the chair and crossed his legs. “My dad would kill me.”
