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“French it is then.” Dylan sounded so delighted. “You’re so fucking sexy when you speak French, you know that? Fuck, I could come just listening to you talk. That hot accent. You kill me, you know that?”

“Liar,” Henri said. Henri was attractive enough, but no one had called him sexy. They’d certainly never said it about his stupid accent.

“Would never…lie…to you…” Dylan was panting now. Words were too much effort, so they abandoned talking.

He grabbed Dylan’s face, desperate to see him. He needed to see him, know this was really happening. And part of him was desperate for Dylan to see him, to acknowledge and understand who it was he was grinding against, kissing, unraveling, ruining.

Henri had been so riled up, he’d expected to come first. He’d longed for Dylan for weeks now, and the thrill of those feelings coming to fruition had convinced him he stood no chance of lasting more than a couple of minutes. Not at this pace, intense and artless and striving for the end with single-minded determination.

But it was Dylan’s pace that faltered first.

“Henri,” he began. “Henri, Henri, Henri,” over and over like a caress until his name lost all meaning, and he was blanketed in the sound of Dylan’s voice.

When Dylan fell over the edge, his wordless cry pulled Henri over with him. And as they lay there in the aftermath, tangled together, Henri wondered how he was ever supposed to come back from this. Because now that he’d been with Dylan Everett, how was he ever supposed to give that up?

CHAPTER 34

Henri (December 2023)

Where’d you go??

Dylan

Sorry I thought you’d shower longer

I went downstairs to grab some coffee :)

You like cream or sugar?

Oh

Both

Should I wait in your room?

Yes please :)

Feel free to grab some of my clothes

I mean unless you’d rather go back to your room

No I’ll stay

Awesome :)

Sorry I don’t normally do so many smiley faces I’m just nervous

Nervous? What makes the great Dylan Everett nervous?

Top pk in the league, goal droughts, and intrusive reporters make the “great” Dylan Everett nervous

Cute boys make actual Dylan nervous

Am I a cute boy?

The cutest.

Hey I don’t want you to think I think this morning was a mistake