“Yeah, that was me, sorry. I didn’t want to tell you and ruin the surprise. I also stole your class ring so I could make sure I got the right size.”
Hud laughs, taking off the ring to examine it. “I didn’t even notice that it was miss—” He pauses his exploration of the plastic, bringing it closer to his face.
“I, uh, had them engraved.” I swallow the lump in my throat, hoping he understands why I chose these specific words.
A tear slips down his cheek.
“Meet me,” he reads.
I nod. “Look at the other side.”
He rotates the ring, his breath hitching as he cries.
“Save me.”
My hand cups his cheek, my forehead resting against his. “I will always meet you at the river, Hud.”
“Because you saved me,” he rasps.
“No. We saved each other.”
The river moves quietly beneath us, carrying the past away, while Hudson’s hand stays steady in mine.
I tighten my grip on his fingers, holding on to the one thing I know I’ll never let go of.
Whatever comes next, I know we’ll face it the same way.
Together.
Epilogue
Hudson
Six Months Later
“Oh, fuck babe, yes!” I shout into my pillow while Cullen drives into me. His hand is firm on the back of my neck, holding me to the bed, his sweat dripping onto my spine. My knuckles are white where I’m clinging to the sheets for dear life, my orgasm approaching quickly.
“Keep it down,” he pants. “Do you want the entire floor to hear?”
I gasp when he changes his angle, my knees barely able to hold my weight anymore.
“I don’t really care about the entire fucking floor.”
And I really don’t. All I care about is how good it feels every time Cullen moves inside of me. Besides, it’s not like our dormmates in the surrounding rooms don’t know Cull and me are together. Or that they also don’t keep everyone awake with their partners or whoever they decide to bring back for some fun.
“Shit, Hud. I can’t hold out any longer.”
Cullen’s pace begins to stutter, my hand swiftly moving to jack myself in time with Cull’s groans.
He snaps his hips violently one last time, spilling into my ass.
Heat rushes down my spine, adrenaline spiking before my own release coats my hand. I shudder through my orgasm while trying to muffle my moan.
All goes quiet, our heavy breathing the only sound in our dorm room.
Until a knock on the door shatters the silence and bursts our hazy blissed-out bubble.
“Are you fuckers finally finished?”
