LOGIN{ Abraham }The rink smells like cold metal and nostalgia. I feel nostalgic over my life one year ago, but hopefully that will change soon. When I walk inside the locker room to look for Coach Adam, my old teammates attack me like they haven’t seen me in years.“You fucking disappeared again,” Gray growls and pushes the fuck out of me, “Why?”“This time it wasn’t because I was depressed… but because I’ve been in a bubble with Anastasia,” I admit. To Gray but really to the whole team. So it’s not a surprise when I get shoved from all angles and I have everyone making fun of me.It’s not a surprise and I don’t hate it. Not at all. I’ve actually missed this so bad, it’s insane. For a second it feels like I never left."Kent!” Coach yells from his office, “Get your ass in here!”As soon as I walk inside his office, Coach Adam grabs me by an arm and pulls me in for a hug. This time, I don’t hesitate or struggle to hug him back. “I told you, dumbass. I told you it was going to be okay, i
The twins join us at the kitchen and help me snap out of the need to kiss Sia, which was really helpful. And after they’re done giving me shit we all stay in the kitchen while Charlie cooks, making casual conversation.We’re halfway through dinner when Charlie asks about PT again, so I decide to share my good news. “Uhm, it went perfect. So perfect that my physio cleared me,” I murmur, setting my fork down, “That means I’m recovered enough to go back to training and get evaluated by the Seagull’s medical team. I’m most likely getting cleared to play again.”Annie’s head snaps toward me and her face lights up in excitement for me.“Really?” she says, eyes wide. “That’s so cool.”Charlie pauses mid-cut, then looks up at me, more serious now. “That’s good.”“It is,” I nod. Then I take a breath to continue with the awkward part of it, “So, I want to take this moment to thank you for the opportunity you gave me. Giving me a job… with way more pay than necessary, that helped me a lot. So,
{ Abraham }Somehow, without discussing it, I stay at Anastasia’s apartment nine nights in a row.Then ten. Then two full weeks.It’s not something we discussed, it simply happened like that. We wake up, we go to the park where she takes her book to read while she waits for me to finish my run, then we go to the gym where (again) she reads while I finish my workout, then we go to the office and we don’t bother hiding anything because who cares?After that whole retreat fiasco, Linda won’t even come near me, just like Logan and Tyler. We reached a peaceful point of completely ignoring each other.And I also feel physically better than I have in a long time, so I know deep inside of me this Bloom Beauty chapter in my life is definitely coming to an end soon, and I will—hopefully—return to my real life.With a sweet addition: Anastasia Blomqvist, who was definitely put in my way by some divine intervention.I was meant to go through all of this just for her, I’m sure.In just two full we
The last time I went running was… never. So, unsurprisingly, Bram’s brilliant idea to take me running backfires on him almost immediately. He takes me to a really cute park with tree-lined paths, soft morning light, people who look like they actually enjoy physical activity. There’s even a couple walking a dog that looks happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I should’ve known I was in trouble. We get to a clear spot, and Bram immediately slips into Coach Mode, which is both impressive and annoying. Turns out, I don’t enjoy coaching. “Stretch first,” he says, already loosening up like this is second nature to him. “Alright,” I copy what he’s doing, expecting it to be fast. But it’s not going fast, “For how long?” “Five minutes.” “Five—Bram, that’s basically a workout already.” He just gives me a look. The kind that says you’re embarrassing yourself without actually saying it. So I stretch. Poorly. And I have to be this way, but I complain the entire time. Bram just ig
We end the night the same way today began, tangled up together. We've kissed so much over the course of the day that my lips feel a little swollen, sensitive in the best way. And, apparently, we're making up for all the sex we haven't been having in the paste years, because... yeah. There's been a lot of that too.Bram is curled behind and around me on the couch, big and warm and solid, like he was built specifically to hold me like this. Protective without trying, his breathing slow and even against my neck as we absentmindedly watch TV.I trace my fingers gently over his knuckles where his arm rests across my stomach, enjoying the moment."Bram?" I whisper."Mm?" he hums, voice rough with sleepiness."I’m tired, don’t wanna move," I admit, "I wanna sleep here. I'm super comfy."He presses a slow, warm kiss to the back of my shoulder, lingering there for a second."Sure," he murmurs, tightening his hold on me just slightly, "Me too. Let's just stay here tonight. I’ll put the blanket
I usually like to drag out my orgasms, take my time with them, play with the edge until I'm practically begging for it, but I don't do that this time. There's no patience in me right now, no teasing, no strategy.My body is screaming for release, loud and urgent and impossible to ignore, so I continue bouncing up and down on Bram's cock, taking all of it, chasing that peak like I need it to survive, my eyes starting to roll back very soon as everything begins to blur into pure sensation."Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moans, lifting both of his hands to my tits like he needs something to hold onto, something to ground him while I completely wreck him, "Don't stop, baby, don't—I'm about to come.""Yes, come," I encourage without hesitation, my voice breathy and desperate, my pussy clamping up his dick as if my body already knows what's about to happen before I even say it. I'm clearly about to come as well, every nerve ending lighting up at once, "I want you to give me your cum. Fill me up.""
About twenty minutes later, I arrive to my shitty apartment building and run up the stairs, two at a time. When I open the door, I find my mom sitting in front of the TV in the living room, wearing her Versace bathrobe, her blonde hair all up in a high bun. She was eating a bowl of strawberries and
Bram doesn't go back to his own desk again. Every day, he says hi to everyone (gets ignored by Tyler and Logan) and then casually slides inside my office to ‘work’ here, right in front of me, distracting me every damn second of the day. Of course, it looks weird to people, but nobody has dared
"I get what you mean, Sir, of course," Bram nods, trying and failing to control his smile, "No worries about that, though. Anastasia and I are getting along great... right? At least I think so." "Sure," I murmur, clearing my throat when it comes out cracked, "We're getting along great." "Hm," my d
{ Abraham } I've pissed off a lot of people in my lifetime. Some of them were twice my size. Most of them took it out on me physically. But this moment is worse because I should've known you don't just say ‘no’ to a girl like Anastasia Blomqvist. The way her face fell when she heard the dreaded







