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That was all I needed to hear. I broke with a hoarse cry. Chance surged forward, freezing once he was buried deep.

As cum coated my stomach and chest, his cock filled my ass with his release. It was a perfect moment, broken only when the timer for the oven went off.

I chuckled as Chance shook his head. “Fucking figures we’d have excellent timing with this.”

The mood in the room shuttered a bit at his statement. He didn’t have to say what he meant as he pulled out and turned to stop the timer from beeping.

We might be able to get just about everything else right on time, but being together wasn’t something we could do no matter when we wanted it.

Our timing in that aspect sucked.

I’d give anything to change it. I had no clue things would be flipped on their head so quickly.

CHAPTER 9

CHANCE

If I could haveone power in the world, it would be to freeze time. Because honestly, forty-eight hours should not have moved as quickly as it did.

Tank and I had spent our stolen moments together doing everything we normally couldn’t. We ate and laughed and chatted like we weren’t hours away from having to part again.

It was a game of pretend. One where neither of us wanted to pull out of the dream to talk about reality.

But when I woke up the morning he would be leaving, I knew I couldn’t allow myself to be delusional to think it wasn’t going to hurt. Instead of waking him with my mouth around his cock, I took off downstairs to make some coffee and breakfast.

I knew enough to keep us fed outside of the dinners I had stored in the freezer. An easy omelet would do us both some good.

As I cracked eggs and whisked ingredients, I thought of how fucking exhausted I was at just the thought of going back to how things were. I’d never felt this worn down from the political race.

Was I burnt out?

Or had my priorities shifted?

To be fair, it was likely both. I had been on the hamster wheel of chasing down my father’s legacy for far longer than I wanted to think about. I knew years and years of trying to be better than him had taken a toll.

And to top it all off, I never expected to fall in love. My parents were married in an arrangement to fit both extended families. She was the perfect woman to stand at his side in pictures, and with the promise of an heir, it made sense.

I’d thought my life would be the same.

Until I met Tank.

He’d become so much to me in such a small amount of time. In the years since, I found myself wanting more pieces of him. I stole every moment, every memory away to hoard for when I couldn’t have him around.

Yet now it didn’t seem to be enough.

These stolen days and meetings weren’t holding me over.

But what could I do? Being an out gay man wasn’t going to fit with my political plans.

You mean the same plans you just admitted to being tired of?

The voice in my head was sarcastic enough to make me laugh out loud. I pondered more over what I wanted to do as I finished our food.

Tank still wasn’t downstairs yet, so I plated everything and placed it on a tray to carry it up. It was slow going to make sure I didn’t drop anything.

It turned out to be a pointless endeavor because the minute I walked into the bedroom, everything went crashing to the ground.

Blood.

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