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“The best for who?”

“For the both of us.”

Bullshit.

“If you want to break up with me, just do it. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

“I’m notbreaking up with you,Scott.” Travis’s voice was raw, ragged. “This was never anything.”

Heartbreak was just as miserable and pitiful as every love story ever had made it out to be. “Fine.”

Travis groaned. “Don’t say it like that, sweetheart.” His mouth was trailing the side of my face, my ear. It made me shiver.

“How should I say it?”

“Like you’re glad this is over.” Travis’s hands were on my back, pulling me close.

Was he kidding me right now? I bunched the fabric of his t-shirt with my hand. “I’m not.”

“You should be. You will be.”

No, I wouldn’t.

I was sad, missing him already, and even then, I felt desperate enough to say, “I thought I was yours.”

His hand got hold of my neck.

Our breaths were ragged and shallow in the small space between us. We were already breathing into each other’s mouths as he said, “You are.”

“You’rebreaking up with me.”

Travis’s voice was gravelly and said, “Not yet. Just—One more night.”

I didn’t know who leaned in first, but our lips crashed into each other like they belonged together. His tongue quickly slid against mine and I sucked on it desperately. He pushed me against a wall and sealed our bodies together, much like he had the first time, kissing, biting, and grinding, trying to say everything we couldn’t say with our bodies instead of with words.

This was it. This was really it.

Clothes started feeling like too much of a burden between us, I needed him closer. We tore them off each other with hard tugs, impatient, all need, only breaking our kisses long enough to take them off. I needed his skin against mine, I needed to feel his chest on top of me, I needed every inch of our bodies to be joined together so I would remember after. My hands roamed his body as his did mine, and we ended up naked and on his bed, with Travis on top of me, writhing and grinding against me, sucking marks on my neck, while I begged for him tojust fuck me.

Fuck me and make me forget.

Travis did quick work to get the condom and put it on. Both our dicks were painfully hard and red already, and I told him not to finger me open too much.

Travis’s nostrils flared and he did what I told him, but he put a lot of lube on his cock so even like that, the stretch wasn’t too painful.

Only it was. It tore my soul on the inside. It didn’t hurt physically, but my heart was hurting. Travis ate all of my whimpers as he told me how good I was doing. How gorgeous I was and how much he needed to fuck me. He thrust slowly and steadily into me, and each push, each broken moan he quieted with his mouth, would be forever imprinted into my heart.

Travis wrapped my legs around his hips and started thrusting into me in earnest. He hit my prostate, again and again, and it fuckinghurt—how perfect it felt, the way he tore whimpers out of me as he kissed the stinging tears falling down my face.

“Travis, please.”

It’s too much.

“I know, sweetheart, Iknow.”

Travis was making love to me. And he was doing it while breaking up with me.

We couldn’t last. Not when it felt like our emotions were about to burst out of us, when we packed all the need and all the longing we felt in one last brain-melting fuck.

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