“I promise,” I say. “And, um, I have some good news. I got an internship in Mexico City next spring. I’ll be teaching at an international school with one of my professors for two weeks. I know it’s not the same as studying abroad, but I’m excited about it.”
“Oh, honey, that’s fantastic!” Mom says.
“Wonderful job, Briar. We’re so proud of you.”
For the next few minutes, they ask me about my internship. I ask them how things are going at home. I promise to call them again in a few days.
Blake walks in a minute after I hang up. He takes one look at my puffy face and rushes over to me. He kneels in front of me and cups my face in his hands.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything’s good,” I say. “I just talked to my parents. I told them the full story about why I left Chicago—what Logan really did.”
Blake’s eyebrows knit in concern. “You did?”
I nod. I tell him everything we talked about.
“We’re good now,” I say. “And when I told them about my internship in Mexico City, they were excited for me.”
Blake flashes a soft smile, his eyes warm. “I’m so happy for you guys. I’m so glad you’re good again.”
“Me too. It was nice to talk to them. It feels like we’re getting back to normal—back to what we used to be.”
“I’m so glad.”
I wrap my arms around Blake and hug him, grateful for how everything worked out. Grateful for how he stood by me through it all.
I hold him tighter, hoping with all my heart that everything works out for him too.
But no matter what, no matter how it all turns out, I’ll be there for him. Always.
Chapter 57
Blake
“Can I use your body wash?” Briar asks.
I grab it from the tiled wall shelf, squirt a dollop into my palm, and lather it between my hands. “Only if I can soap you up.”
Her lush mouth curves up into a gorgeous smile.
I pull her against me and rub the soap over her arms. Hot water rains around us. She looks so damn pretty right now with her wet hair dripping down her back and water droplets dotting her fair skin. I watch as they trail down the smooth lines and curves of her body. My cock stiffens.
I soap up her chest and stomach and tits.
She giggles. “You’re spending a lot of extra time on my boobs.”
“I need to make sure they’re clean.”
She laughs again before tilting up on her tiptoes to kiss me. A warm feeling spreads in my chest, wrapping tight around my heart. It’s been there ever since Briar told me she loved me yesterday.
I still can’t believe it. My best friend. The girl I’ve had a crush on since I was a teenager is in love with me.
I trail soft kisses down the delicate slope of her neck. When she whimpers and moans softly, my dick gets even harder.
“I’ve never fooled around in the shower before,” she says.
“Do you want to?” I ask, swirling my thumb over her hard nipple.
