I lean down kissing her neck, fighting off my orgasm, wanting her to cum first.
Isla moans grow louder, her nails digging into my back. I feel her pussy grip my cock. “I’m there.” She moans louder as her orgasm hits her, and within seconds I come hard.
“Isla,” her name escapes in a groan.
I slow down, but not pulling out wanting to feel her for longer. I kiss her and she kisses me back.
“That was amazing.” She says, and I smile.
“Good, because the night is still young.” I pull out of her, and roll onto my back pulling her closer to me.
"So what now?" she asks.
"Now I take you on a real date. No contract, no cameras, no obligations. Just us."
"We just had a whole emotional reunion. Isn't that enough for one day?"
"Not even close. I have two weeks of dates to make up for." I kiss the top of her head. "But first I have other plans for the night.”
"Sebastian, I have a shift?—"
"Called in a favor. You're covered."
"You can't just?—"
"I can and I did. So how about I order a pizza, and you stay naked, under me, on top of me. I need a good workout.” I pull her on top of me, making her laugh.
It won't be perfect. We'll still fight. Still have moments of doubt. Still have to navigate the massive gap between our worlds.
But we'll do it together.
And that's enough.
More than enough.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
The end of semester party at Marcus's off-campus apartment is loud and chaotic and exactly the kind of normal college experience I never thought I'd have.
Isla is across the room, laughing with Ivy and Lennox about something. She's wearing my hoodie has basically stolen half my wardrobe at this point and she's never looked more beautiful.
"You're staring," Marcus observes, handing me a beer.
"I'm appreciating."
"That's what creepy people say before they get restraining orders."
"She's my girlfriend. I'm allowed to appreciate her."
"Girlfriend." Marcus grins. "Never thought I'd hear you say that word unironically."
"Neither did I. Turns out I'm full of surprises."
These past three months have been the best of my life. Isla and I are figuring this out day by day. Some days are harder than others, her insecurities about my world, my occasional backsliding into Thornhill behavior. But we're trying. Really trying.
I've stayed away from my father. He's sent emails, left voicemails, even showed up at Legacy House once. I didn't answer. Won't answer until he apologizes to Isla.
