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I’m safe.
I’m free.
I’m living.
“No, he didn’t, Low,” Cole whispers, understanding what I’m going through.
I hold him close. “I love you, so much.”
“Oh, Low, you’ll never know how much you mean to me. You’ve had me under your spell since the first time I found you checking me out,” he says, his voice teasing towards the end.
“I wasn’t checking you out,” I lie, chuckling, wiping my tears away with the back of my hand.
“It’s okay. I’m yours. You can check me out whenever you like,” he promises, kissing me before pulling me under his body, causing me to laugh out, seconds before he turns it into a moan.
“Again?” I ask, surprised, my eyes lighting up.
“Again,” he chuckles, entering me in one fluid motion.
Yes, I could get used to this.
To love.
To Cole.
EPILOGUE
I swat Cole’s hands away from my naked arse and bite back my laughter. “Hey, everyone’s waiting at mine for us.”
“We still have ten minutes,” he whines, pulling me back into his naked chest and kissing the back of my neck. Tingles shoot down my spine, and I sigh. I’ll never get used to seeing his body, licking it, or drooling over it. It’s a work of art. It’s like God decided that when it came to Cole, he should have extra in the body and looks department.
“No, we don’t. We’re twenty minutes late already, and while you were in the bathroom getting showered, Allie messaged to tell me that the food is here.” I step away to put my leggings on.
“Okay, but we’re picking this up later,” he warns me, smacking my arse lightly. I laugh, watching him pull his shirt over his head before pulling his jeans up over his boxers.
God, he has a tight arse.
A gorgeous, round, plump arse.
I can’t get enough of him. I don’t think I ever will.Foreverwouldn’t be long enough with him.
“Of course we are,” I promise, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek. I go to step away, but he pulls me back against him, kissing me harder, leaving me gasping and wanting more.
“Nope. Come on, Allie is going to be mad,” I tell him sternly, laughing when he starts pouting. “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.”
“Did it work?”
“Nope,” I half lie, knowing that if he kisses me one more time, I’ll give in and let him take me back to bed for the third time today.
It’s only been a week since we officially became a couple. My mum came and went the weekend everything happened. She left after the police let us know Logan and Jamie were going to prison until their sentencing. They won’t be getting away with it since it won’t be going before a jury. There also won’t be any chance at an appeal. They’ll both be added onto the sex offender’s register, since both Jamie and Logan abused three minors. Our solicitor gave my mum a list of charges against them. She didn’t repeat them all, but some were revealed around the university. It seems everyone knows about what happened on Halloween. The looks I get around school have doubled since the arrest. I’m just glad no other names were mentioned publicly. I don’t think Rosie would cope if everyone stared at her, although, I think some may suspect. I’m worried it will set her back in her recovery. She’s still a timid little mouse, scared of her own shadow, but with each day I see her, the light in her eyes shines brighter. She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. I’m just glad we’re finally getting to see more and more of the real her. She laughs, jokes, and even leaves her room at the halls by herself more often.
More girls came forward once word got around about Jamie and Logan. Jordan has set up a meeting place for girls who are willing to step forward and talk about their assault in front of a group. One of the teachers at the university has even volunteered to help run it, counselling the group of girls and helping them get through it, one step at a time.
I’ve already attended one, speaking up in front of a group of girls, telling them everything that happened to me from the beginning to the very end. I also told them about Cole and how he helped me, and how Logan didn’t break me. It felt good, freeing. I just hope my talk gave those girls the courage to talk about what happened to them.
That was on Wednesday. It’s now Saturday, and to celebrate the arrest of Logan and Jamie, we have organised a little get together tonight, inviting everyone around for takeout.
“Come on, stop fucking like rabbits,” CJ shouts. “The pizza’s getting cold and Allie smacked my hand away when I tried to pinch a spicy wing.”
