Page 82 of Under the Texas Sky
His cap depicts a watercolor scene of the night sky, a flurry of dark blues and purples studded with small gems to resemble stars. Mine is the counterpart, the sun high in the sky, bursts of bright yellow, orange, and red. I painted his hat, very carefully, while we sat on the couch watching an action movie. There might have been a small pizza stain that I covered up with a thick coat of dark black paint. Oh well, no one will ever look at it that closely.
Kian’s name is called, and I don’t give a fuck what the principal said, because I stand up and cheer for Kian. His cheeks flush bright pink, but he has a wide smile on his face, so I know no matter how embarrassed he is, he’s also happy. This is all he’s ever wanted, for someone to stand by him in the good times and the bad. And to cheer him on every step of the way.
The rest of the ceremony flies by, and I cross the stage hearing my two people scream and cheer for me. I look for Kian first in the row of students, and he’s on his feet, clapping for me. Mitch is standing in the crowd holding two cardboard cutouts, one of my face and one of Kian’s. It’s one of the best moments of my life.
After the principal calls an end to graduation and we all file out, Mitch is waiting for us in the parking lot. Holding one bouquet of flowers with a teddy bear wrapped around it, and a box covered in black and white “congratulations” paper.
He hands the flowers and bear to Kian and wraps him in a tight hug. I wait patiently for my turn, and Mitch hands me the box. Him and Kian both stare at me with a knowing glint in their eyes.
“What’s in it?” I hedge, because I hate surprises. Kian and Mitch both know that, but they don’t ever care.
“Open it and see,” Kian squeals, holding his gift tight to him and squishing the bear against his face. It’s adorable, the freckles on his face more prominent after sitting in the sun for two hours. At least he wore sunscreen, so he’s not too burnt.
“Yeah, do what your boyfriend said. Shut up and open it.” Mitch’s smile is wide, and mine mirrors it.
Inside the box, carefully tucked in pieces of tissue paper, is a leather bound notebook. I run my fingers across the engraving,feeling the smooth material combined with the indentations made into it.
You are my sunshine.
I flip it open, and there on the first page is a letter to me from Kian. My eyes skim it and promptly tear up. I go to the next page, and there’s one from Mitch too. The tears I try to hold back rush out of me in a flood. I don’t know what I did to deserve either of them, but I will spend my whole life making sure I’m worthy of the love they give me.
I give Mitch a hug, pulling him tight to my side, and he claps his hand on my shoulder.
“Congratulations you two, but I’m starving and that damn thing lasted two hours too long,” he says, then he leaves us standing there while he goes to the truck.
Kian stares up at me, and I pull him into me, our fronts pressing tightly together. I brush back a piece of hair that has escaped his ponytail, and leaning into his ear, I whisper, “You did it.” I’m so fucking proud of him and all he’s accomplished. He’s going to go so far in life, and I’m honored that he’s chosen me to be by his side for it.
“No.” He pulls away enough to look into my eyes. His bright green eyes shining with love. “We did it.”
CHAPTER 65
KIAN
We agreed to go slow, and I’ve never hated an agreement more. I want to be in Trent’s bed, by his side, annoying the ever loving crap out of him from the moment he wakes up until he goes to sleep. And then in his dreams, just to make sure he doesn’t forget about me even for a minute.
Two nights ago was when I confessed my feelings to Trent; that no matter how much either of us fucks up, the two of us are end game. He’s stuck with me until the end of time. Probably longer than that, if I have any say.
We finished ourdateby watching Law and Order: SVU and trying to figure out the ending before it happens. Does it make a difference that we’ve both seen all of them, so we know what’s happening? No, it does not make a difference. The feeling of being wrapped in Trent’s arms and hearing his pulse pound in my ear made our time apart worth it. We came back together in the most beautiful way: the true love we have for one another.
Trent asked me on a date for tonight, likeactuallyasked me. By leaving a bouquet of flowers, in a pretty crystal vase, by the door of my hotel room with a note.
Dinner tonight, I’ll pick you up at 6. Wear your black skinny jeans with the holes in the knees, a long sleeve shirt, and pretty underwear ;)
Yours, Trent <3
I jumped up and down on my bed for a solid five minutes until I collapsed in a fit of limbs, and then I was still twitching in excitement.
He’s taking me on a date. We’re going out together. On a date.
The shower water cascades down my back, the warmth of it not helping my erection at all. I got in at five on the dot, and I have an alarm set for five thirty so I can make sure to pace myself. I’ve already shaved and cleaned myself, so really, I have plenty of time.
You know what? I deserve it. And it’ll make great content for my OnlyFans.
God, the flashback of what happened last time streaks through my mind, and my hole pulses in response. The feel of his mouth on me, licking and biting. The rough of his stubble scraping against my cheeks and creating hot friction.
My dick thickens and bobs heavy between my legs. I’ll make it quick.
I’ll save recording content for another time.
