“I’m not tired anymore,” I said, reaching down and stroked the dildo. “Let’s figure out how it works.”
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Sufficient to say, we weren’t ready in time for checkout the next morning. When the housekeeper knocked on our door to kick us out, Fi hurriedly kicked the dildo and harness under the bed as I said we’d be gone within fifteen minutes. She gave both of us a look, but let me shut the door behind her.
“Don’t forget that’s under there, or she’s in for a surprise,” I said, pointing to the bed.
“Maybe that should be a thing. There are always Bibles in hotel rooms, why not have strap-ons too?” I snorted and helped her throw all of our crap in our bags (including the dildo and harness) so we could leave.
“Hey,” she said as we joined hands and dragged our stuff out of the room.
“What?” I asked.
“I love you,” she said. I kissed her cheek.
“I love you, too.”
The rest of the day we spent stopping at goofy tourist traps, eating more lobster rolls, and pulling over to make out and fool around in the backseat whenever we felt like it.
It was perfect. It was perfect and even though I knew it wasn’t going to last, I was holding onto every single second.
We would face our future together. Remember our past, and not make the same mistakes again. We were stronger together than we were apart.
And I loved her. I loved her more than I ever had before.
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“Thank you for this, Cricket,” she said as we stood on top of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park the next morning to watch the sunrise.
“You’re welcome, Ladybug,” I said, tucking my arm around her and resting my head on her shoulder.
“This is everything,” she said as the sun peeked over the horizon and set the sky on fire.
“You’re everything,” I said. I was only looking at her. At her wonder as another day began.
She smiled.
“I knew somehow that we would get here in the end.”
“Fate?” I asked.
“Maybe. Maybe something else. It doesn’t really matter, does it?”
I turned and looked at the sky. It didn’t look real.
“No, it doesn’t.”
Epilogue
I finally found out when we got back that Fi had told her parents that she was going to do what she was going to do and they could either accept that and be in her life, or she would leave, just like her sister. That scared them, so they loosened the reins and she was finally able to breathe and live her life. My parents, not so much. But I had Anna.
“I could transfer, you know,” she said as we packed up my car to move me back into the dorms. The two of us had spent the rest of the summer in a blissful haze and I couldn’t admit how much it was hurting me to leave her.
“But then I’d know that I was the only reason you did and I’d feel guilty,” I said. I didn’t want to be the reason she transferred. Even if she asked me to transfer, I would do it in a damn heartbeat. It wasn’t the same, but I couldn’t explain why.
“Maybe I’ll just do it and show up at your dorm,” she said. I gave her a look. That was exactly the kind of thing she would do.
“I would not encourage you to do that, but if you did, I wouldn’t shut the door in your face.” She grinned at me and shoved the last box in my trunk before shutting it.
“Drive safe,” Anna said, giving me a huge hug. Lacey was there too. They both had become more to me than family this summer. I could never tell them how much it meant to me that they let me stay.
“You’re welcome anytime. Christmas, next summer, spring break. We’re here for you,” Lacey said.
“Thank you.” Anna and Lacey went back into the apartment to give me and Fi a moment.
“Don’t think I’m not serious about this transfer thing,” she said, putting her arms around me.
“I take everything you say completely seriously,” I said, holding her tight. My hair was freshly dyed again, and my parents hadn’t reacted as much to it as I’d thought they would. Progress?
“I love you,” she said in my ear. “More than I can express in words.”
“I love you,” I said, wishing I could just live in this moment forever.
We kissed so many times that we started to laugh and she slapped me on the ass.
“Go. Drive safe and call me when you get there.”
I nodded and got into the car with a lump in my throat.
The drive to school was long and lonely and I was completely miserable by the time I showed up to move into my dorm room.
I got out and wished that I could wave a magic wand and have everything in my new room without doing any of the work. Since I was so late, no one was really around to help. Until a voice spoke behind me.
“Do you need any help?”
It wasn’t possible.
I turned slowly and there she was, her own car fully packed with all her stuff.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I’m going to school. I’m also moving into this building. What a coincidence.” She was trying to be nonchalant, but she couldn’t hide her grin of satisfaction.
“You are ridiculous,” I said, rushing over and pulling her into my arms.
“Ridiculously in love with you, Cricket,” she said.
About the author:
Chelsea M. Cameron is a New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
Other books by Chelsea M. Cameron:
Nocturnal (The Noctalis Chronicles, Book One)
Nightmare (The Noctalis Chronicles, Book Two)
Neither (The Noctalis Chronicles, Book Three)
Neverend (The Noctalis Chronicles, Book Four)
Whisper (The Whisper Trilogy, Book One)
Deeper We Fall (Fall and Rise, Book One)
Faster We Burn (Fall and Rise, Book Two)
Together We Heal
My Favorite Mistake (Available from Harlequin)
My Sweetest Escape (Available from Harlequin)
Our Favorite Days (My Favorite Mistake, Book Three)
Sweet Surrendering
Surrendering to Us
Dark Surrendering
For Real (Rules of Love, Book One)
For Now (Rules of Love, Book Two)
Deep Surrendering
UnWritten
Behind Your Back
Back to Back
Bend Me, Break Me
Style
Brooks (Benson Brothers, Book One)
Second Kiss (Violet Hill, Book One)
Double Exposure (Violet Hill, Book Two)
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Double Exposure is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, business establishments or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Second Kiss is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, business establishments or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Second Chance is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, business establishments or locales is entirely coincidental.
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