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Me:Don’t ever mention my girl’s pussy again. This is so much more than that and I don’t even give a fuck if y’all want to rag on me about her. Trust me, if either of you had a girl like her, you would feel the exact same way I do.

Ford:Damn, it is true...

Nox:See I told you Rex said his boy was in love. His sappy ass was all happy about it too.

That sounds like my dad, but I’m not discussing this with them before I’ve even had a chance to talk with Lottie.

My feelings for her came on so fast that until recently, I hadn’t even tried to decipher them, but I know, without a doubt, I am in love with Lottie.

A week or two ago, when our fucking turned slow, and our eyes wouldn’t leave each other’s, the words came out of nowhere into my head. I held back saying them aloud because I know she deserves more than just lust-filled words.

After thinking about those three words regarding how I truly feel about Lottie… I know there’s no question.

Me:I’m hoping to bring her home before school starts back up. I’ll let you guys know so you can meet her. But you fuckers better be on your best behavior.

Nox:Well you better hurry up, you only have a little over two weeks. We need to see this situation in person.

Ford:Don’t worry… I’ll turn my charm all the way up and have her wanting to leave you for me. You know the ladies love this face.

I shake my head even though he can’t see me.

Me:Not a chance in Hell Pretty Boy.

Ford acts like he hates that nickname, but secretly we know the cocky fucker loves it. He’s the most outgoing out of us three and the biggest player too.

Me:Alright hate to cut this shit short but my girl is coming over soon, so I gotta go.

I put my phone down because I know they’ll give me a little more hell before cutting it out for the night, and I really need to get to cooking the rest of the food.

I miss those guys. I know Lottie will love them and vice versa. They may talk a lot of shit, but I know I can trust them with my life… and with my girl.

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Lottie-

Walking into Greyson’s pool house, I’m hit with the intoxicating scent of dinner. I don’t even bother to knock anymore, that’s how comfortable I’ve become coming over here. Thankfully, Trent doesn’t mind either. Well, at least according to Grey, he doesn't care.

Trent’s been a little down these past few weeks. Can't say I blame him. I know he and Ashley will work their shit out, somehow, but being the peacemaker I am, I’ve been trying to cheer him up with baked goods. Greyson complains when I come over with a tin, saying the guys are right and he won’t be conditioned for football come fall. But let me tell you, his ass is the first to the cookie box when I arrive. They’re both suckers for a standard chocolate chip cookie. Pssh… amateurs. Makes me feel good when I whip out some of the real tasty recipes and they go nuts for them.

I head towards the kitchen where Greyson is busy cooking up a storm. The music is loud and he’s so enthralled with what he’s doing, I don’t think he heard me come in.

He is so damn handsome. My heart swells at the sight of him. How am I going to survive living so far away from him? Away from the man I, without a doubt, love with every fiber of my being? I’ve known it for quite some time, even before we first had sex. Being too afraid to scare him away with my overwhelming feelings had me locking them up tight. But I can't end this summer without him knowing how much he means to me. How much I want what we have to work, despite the distance.

I place the cookie tin on the counter just as Greyson turns around and smiles at me. In one swift movement, he picks me up in a hug and twirls me around.

“Fuck dinner. You look more tempting,” he says, placing me back down.

“Oh stop. Damn, it smells so good in here.” I playfully swat at his arm.

He’s staring at me with a look I know all too well.

“Will you stop! You’re insatiable.”

I swear we bang like three times a day.

“Pretty girl, when it comes to you… it will never be enough.”

Laughing and shaking my head, I walk over to the stove where several pots are. I want to see what’s hidden beneath all these lids. I feel him approach behind me, his hands grabbing my ass.

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