But she’s not the one with so much to lose.
“So, are we good?” she asks.
Not even close.“Yeah, we’re good.”
“Good. Now, let’s order something. I’m starving.”
She looks so happy, so excited. I don’t want that grin pulling at her lips to fade.
So I give her ass cheeks a slap, then flip us effortlessly until I’m nestled between her legs, right where I belong.
“Actually, I have everything I need to eat right here.”
She giggles. “And just like that, he’s back.”
That night, I make love to her slowly, because I know it will be the last time.
17
Holland
For the firstfew days after the gala and everything that went down with our parents, everything seemed like it was finally coming full circle.
It felt like for the first time in a long damn time, things were going to be okay.
My dad and I had a long conversation about the fallout of our relationship—working and otherwise.
My mom? Well, that’s going to take some time.
And it seemed like Sutton was walking on air after coming to terms with his father and who he is.
But soon after, everything fell apart.
Something is wrong with Sutton.
He’s been off for days, and I don’t just mean because we didn’t have sex for three straight nights.
Even last night when he made love to me, it was different than before.
It wasdesperate.
It’s all in his eyes. In the way he looks at me like he’s about to lose me.
And though he says we’re okay after what happened in his car the other day, I can’t help but think he’s lying. He hasn’t been the same since.
He’s been…distant. And I can’t shake the feeling that he’s preparing to leave.
I don’t want him to leave.
In the last two months since Sutton and I have lived together, I’ve been happier than I have been in a long time. I’ve gotten used to having him around—and I don’t just mean in the bedroom.
That’s just been a bonus.
I’ve gotten used to him in so many other ways, not just what he does to my body.
He is so much more than meets the eye. More than the lewd jokes and holier-than-thou attitude.
He’s kind and funny, and I like spending time with him.