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Maverick swallows each silent scream as he fucks me through it.

Never stopping.

Never making a sound or missing a beat.

Slamming into me.

Bottles shake and fall, shattering at our feet, but we don’t stop.

Can’t stop.

Not while he’s filling me over and over until it’s too much. Until I can’t form words or thoughts, and he finally comes, beautiful and powerful. His muscles dancing under my hands.His tanned skin glowing in the low lights and his strong arms holding me.

His damp brow presses against mine as we both try to catch our breath.

“Think we may have broken the Syrah,” he murmurs against my skin, and I look down.

Oops.

EMMIE

I don’t want an ordinary love.

I want a love I’ll never forget. One stronger than the raging storm, filled with passion and joy. One that’s stronger than any disease.

I want sleepless nights with endless conversations and slow, sleepy days filled with sweet everyday moments the rest of the world takes for granted.

I don’t want ordinary. I want extraordinary. I want you.

—Emmie’s Secret Thoughts

It’s funny how many memories you can accumulate over the course of the summer. How many pictures you can take... I smear the glue over the back of a beautiful shot of Butters chasing Rosie by the creek. Rosie’s hair is caught in the wind, and her little laughing face is looking over her shoulder at the chubby puppy, giving me the perfect shot.

Pure happiness.

Pure innocence.

I stick that to the scrapbook page, then press a dried rose next to it and lay a piece of pink silk ribbon in the crease. We used it to tie our bouquet together that week, and Rosie was so proud because she tied the bow.

My finger runs the length of the silk, and I smile, remembering how proud she was.

“That’s a great shot,” Camden says from behind me as he points to the photo lying loose on the page. Maverick took that one with my camera when I wasn’t looking. Rosie and I were working on first position that day when Maverick got home. She and I are looking at each other, smiling. It was another good day.

It’s been a summer filled with good days.

One I didn’t think would be possible.

I’m sad to see September come but excited for what it will bring for everyone else.

I close the book and hold it to my chest and find Camden dressed for practice. “You’re heading out early, aren’t you?”

“Final walk through before the first game of the season. Can’t be late.”

“You’re going to be amazing, Camden. I brought Dad one of your jerseys this week. The nurses said they’d make sure he wore it tomorrow afternoon for the game.”

“Are you gonna be there?”

Things aren’t perfect between us, but they’re getting better. Slowly.

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