Page 68 of Bossy Grump's Secret

As soon as my feet touch the ground, his lips catch mine, and I immediately familiarize myself with his taste.

Gosh, I miss this.

Five minutes later, we are walking in the park just behind the apartment, stalling time and reveling in each other’s presence.

"So, what is the colour of the sun if you're telling me it's not yellow?" I laugh.

"White," he says simply.

"White?" I look at him, expecting the punch line or a romantic line...but no. He thinks the sun is actually white.

"You don't believe me?" he chuckles.

"No. No, I don't believe you." I keep my face blank.

He positions himself and gives me a six-minute explanation of how the sun is actually white. Still, the light gets scattered when it hits the atmosphere. It's a simple complex, but the explanation is prolonged, with me interrupting him with sexy kisses, cueing the next phase of our meeting.

"Are you sure they won't interrupt us?" he huffs as he dives into my body again. My responsive skin is immediately set on fire by his kisses. I don't care whether Lily and Ivy will interrupt. It's just me and my love...

"As long as it's not wrong, they can burst in any time; they're welcome to watch. Ivy should know how she was created." I let out a strangled laugh that turns into a desperate moan as he takes a nipple in his mouth and does what Ivy can't.

Why did that thought to enter my head? Why is this trying to give me an... I orgasm before the thought can fully form... from Dylan's mouth on my glands... nothing more.

"Three days get you like this, Candy. I'm not coming back until another three months," he smirks when I'm done convulsing.

"You better not," I cry, bringing him back to kiss me. I don't think I'll ever get used to his sweet taste. Right now, it has a slight tint of cream, probably because he just got a mouthful of the most natural milk you can find... and straight from the source.

"I'm going to take this off," he whispers sensually, prying off my underwear. I don't even wait for him to remove it entirely before I take his hands and encourage him to start stroking me.

I'm a moaning testimony to love.

"You're my sun, Candy..." he moans as I continue one long, uninterrupted release of vocal carnality.

That's the pickup line I've been waiting for since we were in the garden! I revel in his praise as he goes about me lighting up his dark day, filling him with energy, etc. Here, he's my sun as well.

...but I can't tell him. I'll have to speak, and for now, his hands are continuously strumming my guitar, singing of the not-so-distant past and a near future...a future I'm too pleased to even contemplate.

The next thing I feel, accompanying his fingers, is a blunt tip. A grateful smile graces my lips as he finally slides inside of me. What's the orgasm count going to be like today? Three? Four?

The next set of minutes will tell.

Ava

Graduation day. At long last.

“It felt like this day would never come,” Lily comments beside me. There was definitely no one who would have been as impatient for this day as I was. There is so much I need this graduation for. I look over at my two parents, who hold my child in their arms, clearly more interested in the youngling than anything I have going on here. I don’t blame them; even I am looking everywhere than at the podium, where the boring speech is going.

I need this graduation for them–my parents. When the news of my pregnancy first came, their reaction was a genuine disappointment…obviously. I needed this degree to show them that no matter the circumstances, I would do my best to overcome them or die trying. I'm never going to give up on myself. I'm all they have, after all.

Still looking toward my parents, I spot the young child giggling as they fiddle excessively with her. It annoys the people beside them, but it doesn’t. They are all enchanted by the beautiful moment and have wide smiles plastered as they watch the baby interact with her grandparents. I need this degree for her.

As testimony that she didn’t come into my life to interrupt anything, and she is not a burden but rather a blessing, I would do anything humanly possible to ensure she has a comfortable life of fulfilment and satisfaction.

I rub against my best friend, sitting beside me, and she reciprocates the gesture. I need this degree to message her I will be with her, no matter what – as is evident so far. I'd do whatever it takes to make sure the smile on her face never fades, and the optimism in her heart reigns, despite everything she has been through. I’m ready to bend any laws of nature.

I look at Dylan and his parents, taking in the surroundings with pristine superiority. Dylan and Layla are still struggling to find a fit among the rich and snobbish, making it obvious that they weren’t trained in the way of the wealthy.

I commend Mr. and Mrs. Belfrost for not breaking the toughening cycle. Someday, their children will be industry leaders. I need the degree for them, too - to show them I’m ready to undertake the struggle and subjection they went through to get to their current status. I’m not pursuing any direct monetary benefit…even if they couldn’t be helped.

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