He laughed against my mouth. “Only one way to find out.”
We made out as if it were the first time. No history, no heartbreak, no years lost. Just two idiots drunk on reunion and running out of reasons to stop.
Clothes shifted. Groans fogged the windows. His breath caught when I ground up beneath him, when I kissed the spot just below his jaw that used to drive him wild.
We fumbled like amateurs—knees, elbows, seatbelts, and at least one tragic honk of the horn. The seat recliner gave out all at once, and we went crashing backward in a heap, gasping, then laughing so hard I could barely breathe.
“Oh my God,” Tru wheezed. “This is the least sexy sex we’ve ever had.”
“Speak for yourself,” I said, yanking him back down. “I’m turned on as hell.”
He rolled his eyes, then kissed me like he meant to shut me up for good. His mouth was hot and relentless, his hips rolling until I couldn’t tell whose breath hitched first. I grabbed for his waist and found skin instead. Every touch was smooth, warm, and familiar. He was a heartbeat in motion, all hunger and heat and the kind of desperation that came from too many years of wanting.
“Tru,” I groaned, the word catching halfway between a prayer and a plea.
He grinned against my lips. “Still does it for you?”
He reached down, fumbling between us until my cock slid through his slicked hand, pressed between us, hard and aching. He shifted, lining himself up, and then pusheddown in one slow, perfect slide that made both of us gasp. His body clenched around me, tight and hot, and my vision went white around the edges.
“Fuck,” I hissed, fingers digging into his hips. “You feel—God, you feel insane.”
Tru braced his hands on my chest, rocking in short, greedy movements. His breath came ragged, face flushed, sweat shining on his throat. Every time he dropped down, the car creaked, our rhythm punctuated by the slap of skin and the occasional squeak of leather. It was ridiculous. It was perfect.
He leaned down, kissing me through it, messy and open-mouthed. Our teeth clacked once, we laughed, then groaned again because it was too good to stop. I rolled my hips up to meet him, pushing deeper until he gasped my name like a secret.
When I came, it hit hard, every mile between us burned away in one blinding rush. He followed, shuddering against me, his forehead pressed to mine, both of us shaking and laughing through it.
We lay there afterward, sweaty and out of breath, tangled in the crumpled seat, half-dressed and wholly wrecked.
Tru panted against my throat. “We can’t keep pulling over like this. We’ll never get home.”
I kissed his hair, grinning. “Home’s wherever you are.”
He looked up, eyes soft and a little wet.
“I mean it,” I said, brushing my thumb along his cheek. “You’re everything.”
He smiled, like maybe he finally believed me.
We got back on the highway eventually—hair mussed, clothes askew, and our dignity nowhere in sight.
An hour later, Tru pointed at a passing trucker grinning down at us through his windshield. “You thinkhesaw us?”
“Absolutely,” I said. “And I think he’s rooting for us.”
Tru laughed so hard he almost spilled his new smoothie.
He slipped his hand in mine, and for the first time in forever, it felt like the world was on our side.
The next few weeks blurred in that warm, unreal way good things sometimes do. Summer wrapped itself around us like it didn’t want to let go—late-night drives, lazy mornings tangled in sheets, and a scary movie or two where Tru clung to my side, hiding his eyes as if we were twelve again.
We stayed up too late. We kissed in every doorway. We talked about everything and nothing, conversations that stitched the past back together without either of us meaning to.
But time, rude as ever, didn’t stop just because we finally got our shit together.
August rolled in. The air got thicker. Orientation emails started piling up. And before we knew it, we were packing up his sketchbooks and my cleats and driving back to campus like two idiots trying not to grin about the fact that we were… us.
By the time the new semester snapped into focus, reality hit hard and loud.
