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I let my head hang and slide my hips back and forth. Hugh moves in and out as he brushes my clit with every stroke.
“Yes! Yes! Hugh… I’m going to come…” I heard myself say the words aloud. I loved the way they sounded coming in gusts of breath from my lips.
Suddenly he starts to come with me, pushing me over the edge to my own climax. I see stars from the rush of ecstasy that falls over me.
We stayed in bed all evening, whispering sweet nothings to one another and planning our life together. It was in that moment I realized just how grateful I was for all of my past heartaches and p
ains. Without them, I wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate the gifts Hugh brought into my life.
Passion.
Desire.
Love.
Love in the truest form, unlike anything this history nerd could ever have read about. Not even in one hundred lifetimes.
In most fairytales, all the worst things happen when they enter the woods. But not this one. My lumberjack saved me from all of that and more.
And I intend to spend the rest of my life thanking him for it.
THE END
INFATUATED
INFATUATED
CHAPTER ONE
EMMA
“I can't believe mom and dad are letting you come back,” my sister Riley said.
She spoke without even looking up from her iPad as I walked into the living room, where she was sitting in her usual spot on the couch.
“I can,” I said. “I was always their favorite.”
“You should be in college,” Riley said with a sigh. “Or somewhere else wasting your life.”
“You should have some friends,” I retorted.
She rolled her eyes at me. “I do have friends,” she said. “At least all mine aren't away at college still. You know, where you should be?”
“You know I'm choosing to take time off, right?” I said, plopping down on the loveseat across from her. “It's not like I was kicked out or anything.”
“You should have stayed gone,” she said.
“You're just jealous because I'm moving into the family room, and you wanted that to be your room,” I said. “You always wanted it, and now, it's all mine.”
“It should have been my room,” she said, meeting my gaze for the first time.
Riley was two years younger than me and a senior in high school, but for whatever reason, most people assumed we were twins. We both looked like our mother, with our blonde hair and blue eyes. Typical Southern California girls, you might say. Riley was taller, thinner and less curvy than I was – she kept in shape by running track at her school.
She'd been approached to model, and she'd dabbled in it a time or two. On the other side of that coin though, was me. I was too short to model, standing at only five foot four, and was too curvy in the hips and bust. Secretly, I'd always been jealous of her for being tall and lean – the kind of girl that caught the eye of modeling agencies.
But I was pleased to note, that for the first time in my life, she was jealous of me. Jealous, because I got to live in the basement apartment. It had once been the family room when we all lived together, but it rarely got used anymore.
“You're just jealous because you can't sneak boys in anymore,” I said.
