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“But,” I add, nibbling on his jaw, “I can get new ones.”
He purrs. “Yes, please.” Then he rolls me onto my back and kisses me breathless.
I wake before Cooper the following morning and shuffle close to him. I drape my arm over his torso, resting my hand on his abdomen. The touch of his skin against my palm sends shivers racing through me. How did I ever live without him for so long? My boyfriend, my best friend, my other half. I press my lips gently to the space between his shoulder blades and he stirs.
“Morning,” I whisper in his ear.
“Morning,” he says, draping his arm over mine, his eyes still closed and his voice rough with sleep. The feel of his bare ass against my cock is making me hard but I don’t do anything but lie there, spooning him and drinking in his scent. Vetiver and cinnamon. We lay that way for a while before I move my hand and begin to trace my fingers along the tattoo on Cooper’s shoulder blade.
“You gonna tell me what this is about?” I ask gently. “It’s really beautiful.”
Cooper opens his eyes, flexing his shoulder blade against my fingers, causing the dozens of black birds to ripple with his movement. He rolls onto his back and pulls me to him, kissing my hair and then running his fingers through it. He sighs. “I want to,” he says. “But not yet. Not now. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” I say, nuzzling his bare chest. “You can tell me when you’re ready.”
“Thank you,” he whispers.
He holds me for a moment longer before we get up and shower together, exchanging blow jobs before we wash each other off.
“Hey,” Macy shouts from outside the bathroom as we’re rinsing ourselves off, “breakfast is ready when you guys are done fornicating.”
We chuckle and finish getting ready.
We eat waffles and bacon for breakfast with everyone before we all head down to the beach again. It’s cool and windy, and the sound of the waves crashing as I hold Cooper’s hand brings me the most intense sense of peace I’ve ever known.
Later we play games and have another cookout over the fire pit. Hearing his laughter as we tell stories once again makes warmth spread through my chest. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have this man back in my life. He is my heartbeat. With his touch, his kisses, his gentle whispers, his roughness, and his strength, he enthralls me, mesmerizes me, reminds me how much I am worthy and loved. With his humor, compassion, and kindness, he makes me better. Sure, I could live without him, I have for the past nine years, but I don’t want to. I’m only half a person when he’s not a part of me.
WESLEY - 9 YEARS AGO
“Hey, babe, you wanna spend the night after the movie’s over?” I ask, walking into the living room with a bowl of popcorn. I stop when I see that my boyfriend is passed out on the couch, his chest rising and falling softly, his long dark lashes resting against his cheekbones, and his lips parted just slightly, his hands tucked under his head. His dark hair is longer now, falling in front of his eyes and past his ears. The piercings that he’s gotten throughout the years are prominent on his right ear. A loop through the top, middle and bottom. I’m tornbetween thinking he looks incredibly sexy, and thinking he looks adorably sweet, and somehow younger than his eighteen years as I gaze at him while he sleeps, snoring softly. He looks so peaceful, like he doesn’t have a care in the world, when I know the opposite is true.
I sigh and set the bowl of popcorn down. I walk over and pick up the remote, pointing it at the television where it had been queued up to start our movie, and turn it off. Then I sit next to Cooper on the edge of the couch and begin sifting my fingers gently through his hair.
How am I so lucky, that the most beautiful boy, the most amazing, sweet, kind, generous, incredible boy in all the world is mine? We’ve been dating for three years now. Well, almost three years. It will be three years tomorrow. And Cooper is taking me on a date just like he does every Friday. I always look forward to them. Especially since, in the last couple of months, Cooper has been so busy with his flying classes and school and his new job that we haven’t seen much of each other outside of our weekly dates. It has been hard for me lately, not spending as much time with Cooper as I’d like, or been accustomed to before he started his job and lessons. It was hard enough when he started working. This is even harder. We text, but we don’t have any classes together this semester and so we only see each other during our lunch break at school and in between classes.
I miss him like crazy. But I know it’s not forever. I know Cooper will have his license in a couple of months and things will slow down again. And I know how much Cooper wants this, how hard he fought to get his job so that he could afford to take the lessons in the first place, and how determined he is. And I’m determined to see him through it.
I press a kiss to Cooper’s cheek and then climb behind him and nestle myself between him and the sofa, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch and draping it over us. I drape my armover him, and feel him stir slightly as I nuzzle his neck with my nose and plant a kiss there as well. “I love you,” I whisper.
I drift to sleep breathing in his scent, and feeling his warm body pressed against mine, and, even though the evening hasn’t turned out exactly as I’d planned, this is still pretty damn good.
COOPER
“So, big plans tonight I hear,” Riley says, stopping at my locker with a smile on her face. “Ooh, and getting started early, I see.” I look at her as her eyes rake me over in my leather jacket and snug fitting jeans. “You look yummy. Trying to impress a certain someone?”
I turn back to my locker and grab my chemistry book, shoving it in my backpack, then my notebook and pencil case. With each subsequent item I’m using more and more force, and when I stop and zip up my bag it’s with vehemence, yanking on the zipper.
“Woah, what did that backpack ever do to you? You okay?” she asks, as my eyes meet hers.
I throw my backpack over my shoulder. “No,” I say. “I’m a piss ass excuse for a boyfriend is what I am.”
Riley’s eyes widen. “Okay,” she says, drawing the word out. “Why is that, exactly?”
I run my fingers through my hair, and slam my locker shut, then kick the one below it.
“Okay, and we’re walking,” Riley says, grabbing my arm. “Talk to me.” She loops her arm through mine as we make our way down the hallway. I’m so mad at myself I think there’ssteam coming out of my ears and my teeth are clenched. Having her near me helps, though. It’s keeping me grounded.
I take in a deep breath and let it out, running a hand through my hair again. “I fell asleep on Wesley’s couch last night,” I murmur.
