"I just didn't want to be on my own," I confessed as he pulled me in for a hug.
"You've changed, Han. You're a right soppy dick now."
"I can still beat your ass." I laughed, nudging him as we walked up the steps.
Ryan scoffed as he opened the door, pushing through it before me.
"Ever the gentleman."
"Not with you, sissy."
I grabbed my phone, my heart soaring as I saw a text.
THEO:
Miss you already. Don't cry; it kills me. I know you will be because you're a romantic. Do me a favor and check the trunk of my car. You're welcome.
I turned and dashed out of the house, my fingers fumbling as I unlocked the trunk. It popped open, revealing a wrapped package addressed to me. Beside it was Theo's hoody, crumpled up. I pulled the hoodie to my face, my heart soaring when I inhaled his scent.
I reached for the package, grinning stupidly as I carried it to my room. It was heavy, and I wished I'd opened it downstairs. I sat on my bed, tugging at the coarse string that held it together.
I tore at the paper, revealing a collection of leather-bound books. I gasped as I sifted through them, not recognizing any of them. They werebeautiful, and they smelt incredible. Theo had wedged a note at the front of one, and I tugged it out with intrigue.
This is your first year's material. Enjoy baby. I look forward to creating our history. T.D.L.
Sweet Jesus.
These wouldn't have been cheap by any standard. I gasped with delight as I stroked the covers, excitement coursing through my body as I bit my lip. I sent him a text as my eyes filled with tears again.
HANNAH:
Baby. I can't ever thank you enough. Wow! They're amazing. I miss you!
My phone beeped immediately, and I grinned stupidly at his response.
THEO:
Study hard, angel. There's a reason we are apart. Together we can smash this, then live a life of decadence as we travel the world together. Love you.
Theo was right. I had to focus purely on my studies and enjoy him when I could. There was a gnawing feeling in my stomach that was a cousin of fear- anxiety. It terrified me he could meet someone else or get drunk and end up in bed with some bimbo.
I have to trust him.
32
THEODORE
Four days until Thanksgiving.
My cock thought I was dead. No amount of jerking off can make up for smashing the ass off my divine girlfriend as she moaned my name, wrapping her legs around me as I pounded her sweet hole—
Fuck.
I needed to stop thinking like that, or I was going to shoot my load right now in class.
"Mr. De Luca? Did you finish the assignment and submit it online?"
I gazed at my professor as a sea of heads turned towards me. Clearing my throat, I nodded, bringing up the email confirmation on my phone.
