“We can’t always choose happiness, but we can strive for it. I know I do it. It doesn’t work all the time, but running the cafe makes me happy. I put smiles on people’s faces in the morning. Sure, it’s a struggle, but it’s worth it. Keeping the memory of Anabelle alive, remembering her and Ethel together in that space.”
“I guess I haven’t been looking for joy. Then you forced it upon me with your giddiness and endless energy.”
I snorted. “You didn’t resist much.”
“Nope.” He dances his hands up and down my sides. “Now I’m jealous.”
“Of what?” I frowned.
“Of you being brave enough to do what makes you happy, no matter what. And you do it so well, people love you there. You’re awe-inspiring.”
I was so touched, I could cry. So I wiggled my bum to diffuse the seriousness. “You just want to get into my pants.”
“You’re not wearing any.” He cupped my bare ass cheek in his huge hand.
“We need to catch up on the days you put us both through abstinence.” I rubbed my hands with glee. “Once we finish with math, I’ll show you my dildos I’ve been using to stretch.”
“I’ll be happy to help with whatever workout you have in mind.”
“I was thinking I’ll sprawl on your chest with my ass in your face and you’ll be checking how wide my hole can get now.” Imagining it was making me hard already. “Your cock still won’t fit, but hey, I like a challenge.”
“If that’s what you want, it’s a deal. But tomorrow we’ll go shopping for a wedding outfit for you.”
“Only if it can be a little naughty.” I rolled my hips, and the friction released a squelch of slippery cum.
Rowan chuckled and kissed me until we were both breathless.
Author’s notes:
Okay, speaking of feet LOL I hobbled around at work using one crutch and nearly fell over when this seriously hot dude caught me. I wanted to die of embarrassment. Also, I think I blurted something super stupid to him *sigh* I’ll die alone.
Milo
“Oh no. Not this douchecanoe.” Sophia groaned, adding chocolate to the mocha she was making.
I’d returned to work with a spring in my step, well-rested and well-fucked. Nothing and no one could ruin my day. Except…
“What?” I swivelled in her direction, letting the door to the staff entrance swing closed. “Is Andrew here?”
She handed the coffee to the waiting customer. “Yes. Do you want me to tell him to fuck off?”
“I’ll deal with him. Can you keep an eye on the register?”
“Sure thing.”
“Thank you.” I stomped to the end of the counter where Andrew approached. Of course, he never expected to wait in line.
Andrew had always been well-dressed in clothes he could barely afford and a watch on loan, with impeccable skin, and enough product in his hair to give any stylist nightmares. He looked good in a social media filter way. Artificial. I took him in, and not much had changed, but I knew now that his confidence was pure arrogance, and his charming smile was fake.
“Hi.” Andrew dished out his grin that used to heat my cheeks but now gave me the creeps.
“What do you want?” I crossed my arms and promised myself I won’t let him get to me.
“Is that how you greet the one who got away?”
“I escaped from you, and thank fuck for that.”
His lips thinned into an angry line, then he took a breath. “I heard you were in a hospital so I wanted to check on you.”
