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I leave before I change my mind. Instead, I focus on the immediate future.
Tomorrow, we’re going on a holiday redo. Part of Meghan’s graduation gift is a week in Cornwall, at a luxury resort right on Carne Beach, though I doubt we’ll see much of anything beyond the four walls of our room.
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I suffer through the pomp and circumstance of Danville’s graduation ceremony for Meghan. The doctoral robes are heavy and hot, and the hood practically strangles me, but the moment her name is called, pride swells in my chest. I nearly forget all about her acceptance to Oxford.
When she walks up on the stage, I break protocol and stand. She glances in my direction and smiles shyly. Her cheeks are red with embarrassment, but I don’t really give a fuck. She’s mine and while I take great pleasure from her body, her mind is quite spectacular.
“Finally,” I murmur to my neighbor at the ceremony’s conclusion.
He nods, and we stand before exiting the dais in a single-file line.
Everyone is gathered in the auditorium’s main entrance, and I scramble to find Meghan in a sea of families, professors, and graduates. I find her in the middle of the chaos, chatting happily with a small group of classmates. I push through the crowd to get to her and when I do, propriety be damned.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I tell her with a single breath before gathering her in my arms and kissing her hard.
She’s tense, but I’m persistent, teasing her lips open with my tongue until she relaxes against me. My hand slides up her back and tangles in her long blonde waves as our kiss deepens. She moans into my kiss, but I feel her hand press against my chest and reluctantly, we part.
Her blue eyes are filled with surprise as she looks around at the people, gaping.
“Julian,” she whispers. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Kissing you,” I state matter-of-factly.
“Clearly! Everyone saw you!”
“Who cares! You’ve graduated. What are they going to do, take away your degree?”
The flush on her cheeks deepens, and I brush my fingers along her jaw.
“I love you, Meghan.” I kiss her again, softer this time, and she melts against me with a sigh. “Now, let’s get out of here. We’ve got a mess to sort out.”
The crowd in the auditorium’s lobby has thinned, making our escape easier. Thankfully, no one bothers to stop either of us as we head toward the exit. The campus is small, so it doesn’t take long to return home. The moment we step through the front door, I pin Meghan against it.
“If you want to go to Oxford, fine. Go to Oxford,” I grit out.
One hand travels the length of her body and roughly palms her breast.
“But we are not living together in ancient campus housing. I don’t care if you get into Magdalen College. I refuse to live in a tiny room with you.”
She moans as I suck at the delicate skin on her neck.
“I did,” she says breathlessly. “Get into Magdalen College.”
Pride swells inside me. “Of course, you did, little one. You’re bloody brilliant.”
We’re both still wearing our ridiculous graduation robes, and I grasp the tiny zipper of hers between my fingers and tug it down.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m living there. We’ll find someplace in town.” My fingers make their way under her dress, but she stops me.
“What did you mean when you said we aren’t living together on campus?”
I step back and blink. “I sent Dr. Montrose a text before the start of the ceremony, accepting her offer.”
“Julian!” Her voice is a high-pitched screech which nearly renders me deaf.
But it’s her smile that guts me. It lights up her beautiful face. I’m a lucky fucking man because she is going to be my wife. She throws herself at me, nearly knocking me over, and I laugh at her exuberance.
“Come on, little one,” I purr into her ear as I drag her toward the bedroom. “Daddy wants to celebrate properly.”
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