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I grind down on him, feeling his cock thicken beneath me. We still have our pants on, but there’s something hot about grinding against him with them still on, like we’re teenagers unable to wait even a second to have each other.

His right hand grasps my ass, pulling me into him harder as he lifts his hips to meet me, thrust for thrust.

We moan and whimper and curse because it just feels so fucking good, his hard cock sliding against mine. His firm body beneath mine. His smell. Everything about him. It feels like home. Like exactly where I am supposed to be.

“Carter,” he growls. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Me too,” I breathe. “Come with me, Nash.”

His fingers bruise my ass cheek as he pulls me down on him and I find his mouth again, both of us panting. I don’t know which of us comes first, I think we truly come at the same time. We both cry out against each other’s mouths, gripping onto each other for dear life. The orgasm hits hard and fast, and then it’s over, and we’re laying here sweating. Panting. With cum in our pants.

I rest my forehead on his.

“I love you, and I’m sorry I said I wished I didn’t,” I say.

“I love you too,” he whispers back.

I smile, biting on my bottom lip.

“I know you do,” I say confidently. “Because I trust you too.”

He leans up to kiss me, a few soft pecks of his lips.

I sigh. “Now I get to clean us both up.”

“Well, youdidmake the mess.”

“If you weren’t hurt, I’d smack you.”

He chuckles. “I’ve gotten good at taking my pants off with one arm. Shirts on the other hand…”

“Hm, getting to see you without a shirt on? Not complaining here.”

Nash kisses me again as we laugh.

It’s right there in that moment that I just know everything is going to be okay. It’s all going to work out. Because I allowed myself to be happy.

Chapter forty-three

Nash

Six Months Later…

“It only took you seven months to finish it,” Carter says as he takes the book from my hand. “What did you think?”

I’ve been slowly working on this book Carter gave me months ago, that day I met him in the library. Every chance I got where I felt like I could focus, I picked up the book. At times, I had to re-read chapters because so much time had passed. But I finished it.

“It was good.” I slide my arm around his waist and pull him into my lap. “But I like our story so much better.”

He leans into me, resting his head on my shoulder and I just hold on to him. Enjoying the peace I feel when he’s in my arms. It’s so easy. It’s always been so easy with Carter.

“You want to leave yet?” I ask.

He scoffs, lifting his head to give me a dirty look.

“Are you crazy?”

I smirk. “For you.”