Page 67 of Always Mine

“Pax!” he cries out, ripping his lips away from mine to stare down at us. “I’m close.”

We’re panting, windows fogging, and the entire cab is stifling. If anyone were to roll up on us right now, they’d know exactly what we were doing.

Not that I care. I’m too close and this feels so good.

“Me. Too.” My voice is husky, tone full of desire as I jack us faster.

“Pax. Fuck. Pax.” Then he’s coming, body convulsing.

Watching him is enough to set me off, and I’m following suit, eyes falling shut as my whole body flushes and sweet endorphins take over.

My eyes snap open and I inhale deeply, trying to gain my bearings. What the fuck? My body is covered in a layer of sweat and I’m panting like I just ran a marathon. I feel floaty, body thrumming as I come down from my—

Wait…

My gaze flies down to my lower half, and I push off my blanket, letting out a gasp when I see the wet spot on my boxers.

“Goddamn.”

I just had a wet dream. I don’t think I’ve ever had one. Not even when I was a raging, hormonal teenager. I always had the real thing when I was keyed up… but now? Holy moly.

I stand from the bed, cleaning up and changing into some fresh boxers before crawling back between the sheets. It’s barely three AM and I’m nowhere near ready to be awake yet.

Too bad my mind is now racing and Wyatt is plaguing me. Not just Wyatt either. Wyatt naked, laid out and ready for whatever the hell I plan on doing to him. I groan, rolling over and burying my face into my pillow when that smell of his assaults my nose.

Shit. I roll over once more, bringing the pillow with me and hovering it in the air as I stare at it. I’m embarrassed to say that I have his shirt wrapped around the cotton in place of a pillowcase. When he lent me his shirt a few weeks back to go to my physical therapy appointment, I was stunned. At the time, I thought he hated me, so him giving me his shirt was everything. I probably should have washed it and given it back by now, but I can’t bring myself to do either of those things. This shirt, bathed in Wyatt’s scent, was the closest I could get to having him…

Until tonight.

I still can’t believe I kissed him. I really expected him to pull back and punch me, maybe even run for the hills, but he surprised the fuck out of me when he kissed me back.

He. Kissed. Me. Back.

Afterwards, he smiled at me. Fucking smiled, and then we spent the rest of the night walking around the carnival without a care in the world.

I don’t know what to make of any of that.

I drop the pillow onto my face, inhaling deeply and letting out a groan as I chase his smell.

I love Wyatt. I love him with every single thing I have inside me, and when we kissed, it set every single nerve I have on fire. He reignited the flame that’s long since been burnt out and I know there is no way of going back now. I’m in this, devoted and committed to getting him back and having him in the future. We had all these plans, and I think we can have them again, maybe just a little modified.

I’m only worried that the kiss didn’t mean as much to him as it did to me… but it had to. It just had to. I can’t accept anything other than that.

We are inevitable. We always have been, I just knocked us off track for a while. Not anymore, though. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. Wyatt is it for me. He’s the forever I’ve always known he was.

Turning onto my side, I snuggle the pillow to my chest, wishing it was him and feeling more confident than I have since I got here.

Wyatt’s mine. He’s always been mine, and it’s time I made sure he knew that.

TWENTY-THREE

Wyatt

We’re going on a date.

Well, unofficially, but it still feels like one to me.

Paxton picked me up from my house and is taking us somewhere, not that I have any clue. Hence—unofficial date.

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