Page 103 of Puck You
Sebastian’s cheeks flushed, his gaze dropping to the floor as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out another envelope—no, envelopes, a little bundle of letters tied together with a blue ribbon.
“That reminds me,” he said, fingers fiddling with the edges of the papers.“I wrote more than one letter to you over the last couple months.There’s ten, one for each letter from your mom.I know you said that revisiting the memories would be painful, so I wanted to make it a little easier.I thought maybe, if you ever decided to read the ones from your mom, you could read these after.Kind of like a palate cleanser.I tried to make them lighthearted.I had so much to say when we were apart, so every time I thought of you, I wrote it down.It’s probably too much.I just ...”
I was speechless.There were no words to adequately express the depth of gratitude I felt for Sebastian.No one had ever done something quite so thoughtful for me.With a lightness in my limbs, I reached out, fingers brushing over the mass of letters.It was as thick as a notebook—he must have thought of mea lot.
“I love you too, Sebastian.”
He cupped my face in his hands, his thumb stroking the side of my cheekbone.There was such marvel behind his eyes, as if he couldn’t believe that I was here or that this moment was real.I felt exactly the same way.
“I’d do anything for you.”
I believed it.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Sebastian
Grace sat astride me, her head tilted back and her breasts bouncing with every roll of her hips.Tiny specks of dust drifted lazily in the beam of morning light that stretched across her torso, twirling around in loops like they’d be forever suspended in air.I loved taking her like this—in the early-morning haze when her eyes were still clouded with sleep.
The only sounds to be heard were our labored breaths and shifting sheets.My fingers marked a path along the side of her stomach and up to her breast, thumb brushing over the point of her nipple.Grace took her pleasure riding me, her palms splayed across my chest, nails etching marks into my flesh.Magnificent.I met each roll of her hips with a languid, measured thrust, pushing deep inside of her.Her breath hitched, a low whine spilling from her mouth.And then Grace bore down on me harder, her pace beginning to quicken.
“Good girl”—a low hiss—“you’re almost there.”
At the sound of my voice, she gripped me like a vise, and I nearly busted right then and there.That all too familiar tingle at the bottom of my spine warned me that I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer, and based on the way Grace was moaning in ecstasy, she was just as close to falling over the edge.
“I need your eyes on me.I want you to look at me when you come apart.”
Her eyes shot open to meet mine, pupils blown wide and glazed over in unmistakable bliss.Grace didn’t slow, not even as her heaving breaths turned to gasps.She swirled her hips, rocking back and forth to find that perfect spot, cheeks flushed in exertion.Every passing second was another test of will.When it was finally all too much, my body at the precipice of pleasure, I reached down and pinched her clit.We flew over the cliffside together.Black spots dotted my vision as Grace collapsed against my chest.Her lips found mine as we rode out the shockwaves of our orgasms, writhing against one another.
We lost track of time tangled up together in bed, neither one of us willing to be the first to leave.Grace traced patterns across my bare skin and kissed the scar along my knee.In answer, I whispered dirty promises against the shell of her ear.
As the early afternoon approached, the rest of the house began to stir.Sounds of clinking dishes and slamming cabinets drifted up from the first floor.Eventually, a hollered, “Get your asses up!”forced us out of bed and into the shower, where we continued to tease each other until there was no time left to waste.
Grace and I emerged from my bedroom at the same moment Kent’s door creaked open down the hall.We froze,watching silently as Caroline poked her head out, her eyes going wide as saucers when she realized we were there.Grace’s shoulders shook in silent laughter at the sight of her roommate’s face turning fire-engine red.
“I, uh—”
“Left your underwear in the shared bathroom last week,” I said teasingly, remembering the smug look on Kent’s face when he’d claimed them from a load of towels Bryce had washed.
Caroline covered her face with her hands and groaned.She and Kent had been fooling around for weeks.I wasn’t sure what made her think we didn’t know about it.Kent was terrible at keeping secrets, and both were majorly lacking in the stealth department.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Grace sang in a mocking tone, and Caroline chased her down the hall screaming something completely unintelligible.
The sun was high above our heads as the day’s activities commenced.It was blisteringly hot, and not a single cloud could be seen across the wide expanse of blue sky.A single line of sweat slid down my back as we gathered on the front lawn.
“On this beautiful day, we all say goodbye to an old friend—one who saw us through the many trials and tribulations of college.Each and every one of you has made memories here—”
“Most of which we can’t remember.”Caroline snickered, and Kent shot her a warning glare for interrupting his speech.
“Each and every one of you has made memories here, memories we will cherish for this lifetime and into the next.”He paused for dramatic effect.I didn’t have to sneak a glance at Grace to know she was rolling her eyes.“And so, to honor our great hockey house, which stands tall and proud after decadesof—”
“Get on with it already!”Landon shouted as he threw his red Solo cup across the yard.It landed less than a foot away from Kent, and cheers broke out amongst the group.
In under a week, the house would stand empty, awaiting a new ensemble of hockey players who would move in and continue the tradition of debasement.Today was our chance to give the house a proper sendoff via a day of lawn games and binge drinking.But Kent’s farewell speech—one he gave standing atop an overturned bucket—was far too dramatic.The small crowd of people gathered around were restless, hot, and eager to begin drinking.
“Fine, you guys are no fun,” Kent muttered, slapping away an empty beer can that was launched at his face.“Today, we are hosting the first and last Beer Olympics, a tournament of drinking games to be played in teams of two.Five worthy pairs will advance to the semifinals, but only two will compete for the championship title.In the last test of bravery, the final pair of partners will compete in the Great Shoe Race.The pair who completes the basement obstacle course first, without losing a shoe, will be our champions.If at any point your shoe comes off, you must restart from the beginning.Crocs will be provided as footwear, but the adventure straps have been removed to increase difficulty.”
