Page 56 of You, Me, and Forever

“Really? I’d love to go to Alaska. I’d appreciate it, Myles.”

I nodded, and my brother smirked at me.

“Caleb, I’d invite you into surgery, but it’s not nearly as cool as building a hotel in Blushing,” Samuel said.

“I agree. And surgery makes me queasy.” Caleb chuckled. “Thanks, guys. I’ll see you soon.”

We spent the next twenty-five painful minutes taking photos. My brother insisted that Montana and I take a few photos together, and I didn’t even fight it.

I wanted to remember this night.

I’d wanted to kiss her in the car on our drive home. I’d wanted to kiss her when we returned to my apartment.

But I was putting the ball in her court.

When we got home, I let her know that I was going to take a shower, and she informed me that she wanted to take a bath.

She didn’t offer it up as an invitation, so I didn’t push it.

I wasn’t sure if she would go to bed after, or if she’d come out when she was done.

I’d never been this in my head about a woman before.

I was wound fucking tight.

I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked it a few times as my forehead rested against the wall.

Relief. I just needed some fucking relief.

I hadn’t had sex in a while, and I was fucking frustrated.

I closed my eyes, and I could feel her lips against mine.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts, and I dropped my hard-as-steel cock from my grip. I opened the glass door to make sure I wasn’t hearing things.

“Hello?”

“Myles?”

“Yes.”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course,” I said, my head still poking out of the shower door as she stepped inside wearing nothing but a white towel that was pinched in place between her perfect tits.

“Hey,” she said as she moved closer. Her eyes scanned down my body through the glass and zeroed in on my dick before snapping back up to meet my gaze. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Interesting timing.” I ran a hand down my face to push the water away. “What’s up?”

“I’ve had sex with two men in my life, and both were uneventful. Both were serious relationships that went nowhere. So, I’m thinking it’s time to mix things up.”

My dick hardened at her words. “‘Mix things up’?”

“Yes. I know you’re leaving in a few weeks, but so what. Maybe we just do this one time, and never speak of it. Maybe we do it over and over until you leave because we like it. No strings. No expectations. Just two people who have fun together.”

“You want to have sex?” I asked, surprised by her words. “You think that’s a good idea?”

“I actually think it’s a great idea. I know who you are, and I’m not going to try to change you. But I’m attracted to you, and I want to be with you.” Her cheeks pinked, which was fucking adorable.

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