Page 45 of When October Starts

“Doesn’t that require the same teaching certificate?” Mom asked, raising her brow at him.

“It doesn’t, no. I just need to know how to play the guitar and know a little bit about music theory.”

Ezra stayed calm and polite, and I was proud of him for not letting my Mom’s rude attitude bother him.

“I think you’ve asked enough for today, Daria. Why don’t you go water the plants or something like that?” Aggie was my hero. Mom had no other option other than listen to her, and so she left with a quick nod in Ezra’s direction.

I squeezed his hand, then looked at him with a smile. “I’ll let you two talk while I go get my things.”

“Okay, be quick,” he whispered, kissing my temple.

As I left the room, I heard Aggie say five words that made my heart warm immediately. “You make her very happy.”

He did, and I wished they all would’ve seen that before he got kicked out from school.

It was clear to me that it couldn’t have turned out any differently that day, but if I had the chance to rewrite our past, I definitely would.

Waiting for Ezra was hard, but knowing that his heart didn’t change one bit even after all those months was bittersweet.

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Ezra

It was almost frightening how much my new apartment resembled my old. It was in the same industrial style, same brick walls, and open floor plan.

Juno looked around as we entered, and after I took my coat off, I started to unbutton hers while standing behind her.

“You like it?” I asked, bending down to kiss her neck.

“It’s perfect,” she said quietly, leaning her head back against my shoulder. “We can finally spend a night together again.”

I chuckled, knowing exactly what she meant by that. As I finished unbuttoning her coat, I got rid of it by sliding it down her arms and hanging it up next to mine.

She turned in to face me, and while we both stepped out of our shoes, I placed my hands on her waist, ready to lift her up to carry her over to my bed.

That’s exactly what I did as she placed her hands on my shoulders, and with her legs wrapped around my hips, I walked over to the bed to slowly lay her down onto the mattress.

While she kept her eyes on me, I slowly took off my sweater, followed by my shirt, belt, jeans, and boxer briefs. I didn’t feel like taking my time with her today. I needed to be inside of her. Now.

After getting rid of all my clothes, I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down with her panties. “Sit up,” I ordered, and she did as I said.

She put her arms up so I could easily take off her sweater, which I only just realized was the one I bought her last Christmas.

“How often did you wear this?” I asked, holding up the sweater.

“Too many times. I lost count.”

I chuckled, letting the sweater fall to the floor. I put one knee on the bed, then moved over her while she quickly took off her bra and threw it onto the pile of clothes on the floor.

I kissed her and cupped one of her tits with my hand, then pushed her legs apart so I could position myself between them. I could already feel the heat rising from her pussy, and the smell of it filled my nose, making my dick even harder than it already was.

I reached between us and started stroking my shaft, pushing my tongue into her mouth and then pressing the tip against her entrance.

Being this close to her felt amazing, and I wondered how I survived without her the past few months.

I was addicted to her, and I promised myself, and her, that I would never put us through what we went through ever again.

With one quick push I moved inside of her, and her wetness immediately coated my whole length. Her warmth was one thing I missed, the other was the tightness she squeezed me with.

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