Page 88 of Jacob

I sat at my parents’ house for three days; I couldn’t wait a minute more to see him.

He has texted every day, almost every hour. Checking in on me, asking me how I am. But all it did was make me want to see him more. To wrap myself around him, for him to hold me.

Fed up with people turning up at my mom and dad’s place, with flowers and gifts, and food—God, so much food—I needed to get out of the house. It felt stifling. Like I’d become the next exhibit at the petting zoo.

I don’t want to be treated any differently, but Mom explained how everyone wanted to help in some way.

I get it. I really do. And while I am grateful for the enormous kindness and generosity the entire community has shown me, right now, I don’t want the constant reminders of what happened to me because it could have been worse; much, much worse.

Thankfully, it wasn’t, and I’m here and alive and I’m not prepared tonotlive my life because of him.

When the sexual assault test came back negative, I made my decision. I can’t play the victim. I won’t allow it. I have so much to be grateful for.

I’m alive.

I’ll be damned if I let him impact the rest of my life or prevent me from living my best life or from having adventures.

The good news kept on coming when the police informed me this afternoon that Jules was admitted to a psychiatric hospital under the Mental Health Act until further notice.

As soon as the police left, I made the decision that I would educate people. Show them what to look out for, the red flags—the ones I didn’t pay attention to.

I was put through this ordeal for a reason, and if this is what I was put on this earth to do—to educate others and help—then that’s what I will do. Even if it means I only save one person, I will have still saved one person.

But no one, nope, not even a seriously unwell man with an unhealthy obsession for me, will stop me.

I’m grabbing life by the balls and I’m making sure I get my happy ever after and that’s how I talked my dad into reluctantly driving me here as I wasn’t quite ready to drive myself here in the dark.

So here I am, with my arms laced around Jacob’s neck. He’s what I need, the one I crave, the one that breathes air into my lungs, and the one that saved me because he loves me.

I’ve fallen for him. Fallen hard. I’m so deeply in love with him I’m drowning and I’m not sure I ever want to come up for air.

It caught me unawares… threw me off balance, but he’s what I need and he’s been standing in front of me all along in plain sight and I’m not letting some childhood promise to his best friend stand in our way for a second longer.

I’m looking up at him as he hovers over me; he cups my face with his hands and asks me, “Are we really doing this?”

I smile back at him as my heart fills with love for this beautiful human being. “Yes, we are,” I reassure him, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

He helps me remove them fully, then he throws them away and I look down to get a proper look at him.

“You have a beautiful cock. I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Those are words I could only have ever dreamed about before.” He looks nervous as he bites his lip.

“You’re not dreaming anymore.”

For the first time ever, our bodies touch one another. Chest to chest, lips on lips, he presses himself firmly against me.

My body comes alive, quivering in anticipation, every nerve ending tuned in to his movements as he glides his hands all over me.

We slowly explore each other, learning every small detail, with our hands, tongues, and lips.

We’ve been waiting for this moment. Desperate to be together.

Finally, we’re here and it couldn’t be more perfect.

My heartbeat shoots through the roof when his firm and expert mouth moves from my jaw to my neck, licking the exact spot I told him I loved just a few days ago, causing me to shudder; goosebumps dance across my skin.

It feels like months have passed since we were sitting on Violet and Lincoln’s sofa, but it’s not. It’s only been a week.

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