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Blakely’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest. "You seem like you're a million miles away. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing much," I reply with a smile, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Thinking about all the adventures we have yet to go on."

"Like what?"

I’m unsure if he'll approve of my secret submission.

I don't care.

I smirk. "I entered us in a LGBTQ+ travel contest online. If we win, we'll get to go to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico."

The thought alone fills me with excitement, imagining the two of us exploring new places together, hand in hand.

"You bastard!"

"Tough shit."

"That sounds awesome." Blakely’s eyes light up at the prospect. "But aren't those contests super hard to win? What are the chances?"

"Who knows? But I figured it couldn't hurt to try."

"So, hypothetically speaking, if we were to win, what would you want to do in Mexico?"

"Besides lounging on the beach with you, sipping margaritas? Maybe explore some local markets, or take a boat tour to see the wildlife. And fuck you raw in front of a shitload of horny dolphins."

"Ooh, that does sound fun. And maybe we could try some authentic Mexican food, or find a hidden cove to go skinny dipping."

"Only if you promise not to get us arrested for indecent exposure."

"I don't make promises I can’t keep."

CHAPTER31

BLAKELY

The clock on the wall seems to tick slower than ever as I sit in my English class, trying to keep my eyes open. Dr. Harper drones on about French literary theory, but my brain has turned to mush.

"Can anyone tell me what the main theme of this passage is?" Dr. Harper asks, looking around expectantly at the sea of disinterested faces.

Silence fills the room, and I let out a small, exasperated sigh. This is going to be a long hour.

Desperate for a distraction, my thoughts wander to Brock.

Nothing compares to him. The way he made me come last weekend, spanking me and then kissing every inch of my body, only strengthened our bond. His captivating smile makes my heart race and the sweet contest he entered us into was so thoughtful.

I can't get my mind off him.

"Blakely." Dr. Harper snaps me out of my daydream. "Do you have any thoughts on the matter?"

"Um," I stammer, my cheeks turning pink as the entire class turns to look at me. "I think... love is the main theme?"

"Interesting observation," Dr. Harper says, nodding thoughtfully. "Can you elaborate?"

"Uh, well," I begin, trying to piece together something coherent. "It’s French, so it’s got to be love."

No one laughs.

What a bunch of nerds.

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