“Right now? It’s two a.m. here.”
“Sometimes he calls late. I think he’s lonely and has trouble sleeping.”
Garrison sighs, concerned. “You gonna answer?”
“Not right now.” I let the call ring out. My dad has still been on my case about an internship. Especially as my second year is coming to an end and the summer is in sight.
I’m afraid unless I follow the path he wants, he’ll stop helping me with tuition. He hasn’t made that threat yet, but it feels like this underlying truth shoved beneath the rug. He has power over me.
Power that I can’t seem to get back.
21PRESENT DAY – March
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
GARRISON ABBEY
Age 22
Today is going to be a good day. It’s what I think when I wake up. It’s the thought I bring with me into the shower.
Good day.
Today.
March 9th.
Tomorrow is Willow’s birthday, and a plane ticket rests on my desk. Waiting for me. She has no clue, but I’m taking a red-eye flight tonight. I’ll be in breathing distance of Big Ben and the London Eye by tomorrow morning.
And fuck, if I’m not riding on the high.
Beads of water roll down my jaw, shower pouring over me. Heat amasses with gathering steam.
I place a hand on the tiled wall, and with my other, I stroke the length of my dick. Tightening my fist around throbbing veins, my muscles burning, I close my eyes and imagine Willow.
I picture the moment where I wrap my arms around her body. How she buries her head into my chest, her fingers gripping my shirt. Like I’m the safest place she knows.
We hug close for a while, and after a tender, longing kiss, I lift her up around my toned waist. She gasps against the crook of my neck, feeling my hardness against her heat.
I acheto fill her, and she’s pleading for me to be closer.“Inside,” she cries in a breathy whimper. “Please,please.”
She’s said those words in real life before. Just like that. And remembering them now does a number on me.
I grit down, on fire. I rub myself faster in the steaming shower. Muscles pulling taut in my neck and quads.Fuuuck.
In my head, we’re magically, suddenly, naked.Thank you, imagination.I press her against the wall, ass in my clutch, and I push in between her legs. Warmth wraps around my erection as I nestle deep in Willow.
She hangs on.
We kiss, and I rock and rock.
Our lips break as she lets out soft, breathy noises of pure pleasure.
Fuckfuckfuck. Pressure mounts as blood rushes down south, and I feel like a twelve-year-old boy, coming so quick. That can’t happen when I actually see her.Jesus.
Cum washes down the drain, and I wash off with soap.
“Garrison!” Loren’s voice booms through the bathroom. He bangs on the door with a fist. “When you’re done dreaming of my sister, I need to talk to you!”