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“Well, do you see him as boyfriend material?” Danielle pushes.
I grab a pillow and squeeze it. “I mean, I do. When I’m with him, it’s like we’ve always been together, like there hasn’t ever been anyone else.”
“So not just kinky sex?” Beth insists.
“We have a very healthy sex life, but that’s definitely not all we do. Vacation felt so easy. I was actually sure I was dreaming. I’ve never been that happy. It doesn’t feel safe. I mean, he’s met my family and seen how they can be. He never made plans for the weekends, always kept them free for me,” I list.
The girls keep watching me.
I groan. “I don’t know! I want to believe we can make everything work. I want to believe the worst is behind us and he’s not moving since he’s teaching online ... I don’t know. I’m excited for the future. I feel like we need more time since I’m just now getting with the program.”
“Which clearly means less sex and more dating,” Beth says.
“No way! The same amount of sex and more dating. You’ll barely need four classes a semester next year! You could even graduate a semester early!” Danielle squeals. “I bet he proposes the second you graduate!”
The girls start planning out my whole future and I wait for the anxiety, the fear, the pain to overwhelm me, but instead, I end up smiling like an idiot. Having a future with Adrian, onewhere we don’t have to hide or sneak around ... I can’t believe it makes me this happy to think about.
I feel like my cheeks are cramping from smiling until I give in and squeal with the girls. They only get louder when Adrian asks if I’ll skip the party put on by all the frats to spend the night with him.
“Go!” Beth orders.
“Don’t be stupid!” Danielle giggles. “And look sexy!”
Which is how I end up standing in front of Adrian’s front door in a sexy white dress. He opens the door when I knock, takes one look at me and pulls me into his arms, kicking the door shut. “Is this my girlfriend?”
“Your girlfriend, your kitten, everything but your student,” I answer before kissing him hungrily.
Epilogue
2 years later
“Kitten!” Adrian yells.
I roll my eyes, finish texting Beth wishing her luck in grad school, then lean back in my chair. “What,professor?”
Adrian walks into our shared office at his house. He grabs the back of my hair, pulls me back and kisses me. It’s the way he greets me every day since he proposed, every day since I said yes.
I moan against his mouth and try to get up so I can jump into his arms. I want him, need him, crave him constantly. I hate that he started working at the university in person again. Granted, they offered him more money and he missed being in the classroom, but it makes events at the university awkward.
Do I care? Not anymore. I have everything I ever wanted, and no one is going to make me feel bad about it.
He draws back and looks me over. I’m only wearing his button up, and I didn’t bother to do a single button.
He groans as he drinks me in. “Remind me why I’m not a house husband?”
“My book is doing well, but not that well.” I laugh.
“It’s my favorite book,” he argues, dropping to his knees and pulling my legs towards him. “Dirty, kinky, compelling as hell. I find new things in it every time I read it.”
“Your mom asked if it’s about you,” I say. I believe every writer puts a part of their soul into their work. So yes, there were bits based on my life, based on Adrian but it wasn’t our story. That one is just for us two.
He pauses, then laughs. “I don’t want to think about my mom reading those kinds of books.”
I giggle as he kisses the inside of my thigh. “You were so eager last night after our celebration dinner, you didn’t let me have dessert.”
“Oh? Because I was suddenly in charge, sir?” I sass openly. “It was my choice for you to take me to bed, put handcuffs on me, lock my feet in a spreader bar, then fuck my pussy and ass until we were both exhausted?”
He bites the inside of my thigh, hard enough that I gasp. “Adrian!”
