DIEGO
Her body plasters to my back while the wind cuts around us on the winding road of Massachusetts. Last night blew my mind. No amount of fantasizing while stroking my cock in bed could have prepared me for what we did. Afterward, I dropped her off, a rushed goodnight kiss in her damp clothes. I couldn’t sleep. My brain was flashing it all back in one glorious replay as I stared at the ceiling.
The way her long brown hair coiled around her head like a damn halo. Her plump lips and perfect pink nipples. I just have to close my eyes, and I’m reliving every detail. My body heats, and my cock hardens, wanting so much more of that every day, all day long.
The way her face softened when I opened up about my injury, the feeling of her hand comforting over my scars. All of it plays on a loop in my mind. For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I have to hide the screws in my back or the pain that comes with them.
She didn’t flinch when I told her. She didn’t look at me like I was broken. She listened like every word mattered, giving me the ultimate gift. Complete acceptance.
It’s a high.
I’m riding it just like the bike.
When we pull into the ziplining place tucked in the hills just outside of Boston, I barely get the kickstand down before she’s off the bike. She’s already tugging off her helmet, her hair spilling out in loose waves as she looks around with wide eyes. Her excitement is as contagious.
“This is going to be amazing!”
She practically bounces on her toes, her hands flying to undo the straps of her jacket after shoving her helmet toward me. I lean against the bike, watching her with a grin I can’t help.
“You’re pretty hyped. I wasn’t sure you would be.”
“Are you kidding me?” She shoots me a look, one eyebrow arched. “I get to fly through the trees like a badass? How awesome is that?”
It’s terrifying how much I like this version of her. How much I’m starting to feel for her. Every rational part of me knows why I shouldn’t. Why this thing between us is complicated and probably doomed from the start. But none of that matters right now. I want to hold onto this version as long as possible.
I chuckle, shaking my head as I disembark and intertwine our hands to walk toward the entrance.
“You’re full of surprises, Professor Rossi.”
“And you’re lucky I’m even here.” She shakes her hand out from mine, dragging a hair tie from her wrist and pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail. “I don’t exactly do spontaneous.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
I slide my arm around her shoulders and steer us toward the entrance.
“You seem pretty good at it.”
She leans into me, her body warm against mine despite the crisp autumn air.
“Don’t get used to it.”
But the way she’s smiling tells me she doesn’t mean it. And I don’t plan to let her forget this moment. This lightness, this joy. Whatever this is between us, it’s real. Complicated, messy, and probably a terrible idea, but real. And for now, that’s enough.
We walk toward the entrance, the wooden archway carved with the name of the ziplining course towering above us. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as I watch her.
“I’m beginning to think you’re an adrenaline junkie.”
She stops short, turning to look at me, her brow arching.
“Me? Hardly.”
“Uh-huh. You practically leaped off my bike back there. Don’t think I didn’t see how your eyes lit up when you saw the setup.”
She scoffs, walking faster and causing my arm to fall off her shoulder.
“I’m just . . . living out a fantasy. Rarely do I get the chance to do anything like this.”
“A fantasy, huh?” I smirk, stepping closer to swat her ass, which earns me a disapproving glare. “What’s next? Skydiving? BASE jumping?”
