로그인The 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.""
Once I’ve ingested the two random pills Bram gave me and prayed to God he doesn’t accidentally kill me—because I trust him not to drug me on purpose, but definitely not to know anything about correct medication dosages—I grab his arm and pull him back toward my bed like I’m not even giving him the option to argue about it.“We’re not going to be fucking again, not today,” he warns immediately, even as he lets himself be dragged closer without any real resistance."Yeah… it was probably not a good idea. But I still want you here," I admit easily, because I’m not completely delusional and as soon as he lays down next to me, I don’t hesitate before throwing half my body over his, settling there like it’s the most natural position in the world, "Thanks for the one orgasm, though. It felt nice, but it stole all my energy.""I should've known," he mutters and sighs, wrapping one of those big arms around me like it’s second nature, “But you owe me one. You owe me two, actually."“I swear on
"I am super nice," Charlie responds calmly, "Just not to men like you. So, move along and simply say 'no' next time Annie tries to drag you somewhere." "I seriously don't think I can do that, Sir. I mean, I tried saying ‘no’ this time and she was… well, she turned into someone I didn’t recognize.
"Alright," I murmur and huff out a breath. I give one last look to Anastasia, trying to wake her up with my eyes so she comes and saves me, but she's snoring again. What a safe, blessed life she must have, to be able to just fucking shut down so hard, without a care in the word. When we return
I follow them, but before I can get too far, Bram stops me for a second. I turn my head to look at him. "Do you want me to delete the post?" he asks, sounding a little nervous. I don't even have to think about it, I simply shake my head, "You sure? Your sisters are kind of right, I don't have the
"Holy fuck," I exclaim in shock when I see the picture we uploaded now has fifty-nine thousand likes and over two thousand comments. Bram looks at me, so I show him, "I knew it would be a lot... but, shit." "Damn, that's a really hot picture,” he repeats, like he can’t help himself, “Let's see what







