Page 50 of Until We Fall

His dick jumps out.

Holy fuck.

I mean…

“Holy fuck.” I stumble over my words. “Youareperfect. I…”

I swallow, my saliva thick, my heart smattering so hard that my head feels light. I seriously might fall over. I know I should be reassuring him in some coherent way, but I am so taken that I’m at a complete loss for words. I can barely remember how to stand, much less process speech.

His shorts and boxers are still around his thighs, and his cock… He’s beautifully small, smooth, and erect. Perfectly proportioned, perfectly blushed with color in the dim light. Perfectly sized forhim.

He’s perfect in every single fucking way.

“You’re even sexier than I imagined.” My dick is throbbing, my stomach tightening. “I can’t stoplookingat you.”

He’s got somuch—his humor and his kindness, his intelligence and sweetness. He’s sexy as hell, and now, there’s this perfect dick.

His stomach pulls inward, his thighs flexing under my gaze. “You’re really okay with?—”

“Okay?” I burst out, having to rip my eyes up to his face. “Jesus, I’m so much more thanokay. And so are you. You’ve had that perfect dick in your shorts this entiretime? Holy fuck, Rory. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I…” He blinks. “You’re being serious?”

“Yes, I’m being serious.” My smile fades, my heart crumbles at the expression on his face. “You are exactly as you should be. You’re sexy as hell. You’re everything I want. I don’t understand how anyone could look at you andnotwant you. I don’t understand how?—”

“You’re serious,” he repeats, quieter this time. A tear tracks down his cheek. He wipes at it with the heel of his hand. And then another follows, and another.

“Oh fuck, Rory.”

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, it’s just relief. It’s so much relief.”

And now I’m about to cry, my throat constricting, my chest too. I step forward and pull him against me, cupping the nape of his neck, bending so my lips are against his jaw. We hug for long minutes, his nearly naked body clasped against me, the shadows deepening, the sun fully setting outside behind the trees. I hold him like I wanted to earlier, like I’m blocking out the rest of the world. Like it’s just him and me. Like nothing else matters.

Nothing else does.

He’s it for me. Yes, there’s my family, too. But Rory’s who I want to be with.

And if he’s three thousand miles away, that won’t change how I feel. I don’t want to be with anyone else.

It’s stillhim. My best friend. I would follow him to the end of the earth just to get a little more time with him. Just to get to be friends with him.

I squeeze my eyes shut, holding tighter. I don’t know how to let go. I don’t know how to be away from him. But I will learn how if that’s what he needs.

He pushes up to his toes, and he kisses me, his fingers clutching into my hair, his body moving against mine.

I squeeze my eyes tighter and kiss him back. I want to make him feel good. In every possible way I can. Right now, that feels like my entire purpose in life.

I kiss across to his jaw, tucking my lips against his ear. “Can I ask you something a little dirty?”

He shivers and nods, his fingers still clutched in my hair. “Please.”

“Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Oh god, D. Yourvoice.” His dick digs into my thigh. “I’ve never…”

“Never what?”

“Um…” He stiffens. “No one’s ever given me head. With my ex, it was always me to him.”

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