All Chapters of Love or Lust: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Wesley POV I said yes before I could talk myself out of it.Bowie's face lit up like I had handed her the moon. She threw herself on me and kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck as her body pressed into mine. I held onto her like she was the only thing keeping me upright. She probably was.> The next few days passed in a blur of planning, packing and quietly freaking out.Meeting parents wasn't something I had experience with. The only parent figure I had in my life didn’t do much for me, so the concept of a family that sat around a table together and laughed was foreign to me.But Bowie talked about her parents like they were her favorite people in the world. Her dad was a high school coach and her mom worked at a dental office. They had been married for thirty years and still held hands in public.I wanted to see that. Even if it made my chest ache with envy.*** Her parents’ house sat at the end of a quiet, tree-lined street in a peaceful suburb ab

Bowie POVMy eyes shot open.The water was still falling around us, steam curling through the air, and Wesley was looking at me like he had just handed me the most fragile part of himself."Wesley." His name came out barely a whisper."I love you, Bowie." He said it again, stronger this time, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I have been trying to say it for weeks. I couldn't… I didn't know how. But I love you. I'm in love with you."The words hit me like a wave. I stood there, water streaming down my face, mixing with the tears I didn't realize were already falling."I was scared," he continued, his voice rough and raw. "Scared of saying it too soon, scared of pushing you away, scared that if I said it out loud, something would mess it up.”“But your dad… he told me that the things we don't say, they eat at us. They turn into regrets. And I don't want to regret not telling you how I feel."He reached up and wiped a tear from my cheek, his thumb lingering on my skin."I

Wesley POV I woke up with a smile on my face.The morning light was already coming in through the blinds.I just laid there, blinking at the brightness, letting yesterday settle back into my bones.The memories of the carnival and the Photo Booth filled my head again.I replayed every moment in my head before I even moved.Then I became aware of the hardness pressing against my stomach, and I let out a low groan.I was rock hard, thanks to Bowie. She found a way to bleed into my sleep and leave me aching when I woke. I shifted under the covers, the friction of the sheets against my cock making me hiss through my teeth.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and unlocked it, then opened the gallery to the carnival photos.My eyes lingered on the first one, where her head was thrown back in the booth, her throat exposed, and my hand tangled in her hair. I remembered the way her mouth felt around me, the way she looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes and it made my dic

Bowie POV It had been two weeks since that very day, that day he sent me a text telling me to get all ready for a surprise… that was the last time I heard from Wesley.The first week, I gave him space.That's what I told myself, anyway. That something had come up, just like he said in the last text he sent.I told myself that he would explain when he was ready. The Wesley who held my hand on the Ferris wheel, who told me he loved me in the shower with water streaming down his face, who looked at me like I was the only thing worth seeing… that Wesley wouldn't just disappear without a reason.So I waited.I checked my phone every few minutes, while still trying not to feel pathetic about it. I convinced myself that he was busy, handling whatever 'it' was.But as the days passed, the waiting turned into agony.I texted him everyday repeatedly and desperately.In the morning… Good morning. Hope you slept okay.In the afternoon… I'm not trying to be annoying. Just worried about

Wesley POV The new apartment was so white.That was the first thing I noticed when I walked in- tall white walls with some gray furniture. The room also had some white decor and a big bed placed right in the center.I stood in the middle of the living room, my duffel bag still slung over my shoulder.I flexed my shoulders as I tried to convince myself I was fine.But it was a lie. My chest hurt like i was just stabbed. I felt all emotions, all of it pressing into my chest like a weight I couldn't drop. I didn't know what to do with any of it.Two weeks.It had only been two weeks since I walked out of my father's office, since I signed the transfer papers. Two weeks since I stopped being a football player…Since I stopped being the guy who kissed Bowie Reyes under string lights and meant it.Two weeks. And I already felt like I was drowning. The transfer had gone through faster than I expected. My father's influence, probably. A phone call here, a signature there,