All Chapters of Love or Lust: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Bowie POV The days slipped by and it was already a week since that first night at Wesley’s apartment.We stuck to the rules, no strings, just sex. In public, we were strangers. He walked past me like he didn't know me, and I let him. I played my part because that was what I agreed to.But at night, my phone buzzed with messages that made my face burn and my thighs press together. It had been a whole week of wild stolen moments and secrets hook up in campus between classes, that I would show up, every time, like a woman possessed.--- The first time after his apartment was in the library.Third floor, behind the abandoned stack of law journals that no one had touched in years. He had me pressed against the shelf, his hand over my mouth, his cock buried inside me while I bit down on my knuckles to keep quiet.The second time was in the back of his truck, parked behind the gymnasium. He had texted me during my evening class, and I had made up an excuse about fee

Bowie POV~Saturday I woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtains.For a moment, I forgot where I was. The bed was different, the ceiling was different, and there was a weight across my waist that didn't belong to me.Then the memories of Friday night and all the sex we had came flooding back.My thighs clenched instinctively.I turned my head, Wesley was still asleep beside me, his arm draped over my waist and his face relaxed in a way I never saw when he was awake. The sharp lines of his jaw were softened and his lips were slightly parted. He looked younger like this, less like the untouchable Wesley Chen and more like a boy who hadn't learned yet how to build walls.I watched him for a long moment, my chest tight with something I couldn’t name.Then he stirred, his arm tightening around me, pulling me closer."Staring," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep."You are handsome when you sleep." I blurted out.He cracked one eye open, a lazy smile spreading across h

Bowie POV Sunday passed like a dream I didn't want to wake up from.We barely left his bed. It was a lazy morning, where he fucked me slowly from behind, his chest pressed to my back, his mouth at my ear whispering things that made my thighs clench and my heart ache all at once. Then a shower where I returned the favor, sinking to my knees and taking him in my mouth until his knees buckled and he gripped the tile wall for support. In the afternoon, we ordered pizza and ate it naked, cross-legged on his bed like it was the most normal thing in the world. He showed me pictures of his dog growing up, a golden retriever named Sunny who had apparently been his best friend through high school. I told him about my grandmother who taught me how to bake and cried when I left for college.There was no sex in those moments. Just actual conversations.By Sunday evening, I was curled into his side with his arm was wrapped around me.I stared at the ceiling, my mind troubled an

Bowie POV The drive to his apartment was silent and tense.We finally got there and I practically sprung out of the car. I stumbled twice, and each time, his hand shot out to steady me. I pulled away both times."Stop," I said. "I don't need your help.""You are drunk, Bowie. You are going to fall." He insisted."Then let me fall." I hissed.He stopped walking and turned to face me. “Why are you being so stubborn?""Why do you care?" I shot back. "You made it very clear this morning that I'm just another girl to you.""That's not true.""Then explain it to me, Wesley. Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were doing just fine without me."He opened his mouth, closed it, then shook his head.“Not here. Let's get you inside first."He took my hand again, and this time, I didn't pull away.* His apartment still looked and smelled the same… that scent that I had started getting used toHe led me to the bathroom and turned on the light."Wash your face," he

Wesley POV I woke up with her hair tickling my chin and her ass pressed against my dick.For a long moment, I didn't open my eyes. I just laid there, breathing her in, feeling the weight of her body against mine. Her back was pressed to my chest, her legs tangled with mine, and her hand resting on top of my arm where it was wrapped around her waist.She was so perfect in my arms.I had fallen asleep like this and held her all night.The realization hit me harder than it should have.I didn't do this. I didn't fall asleep cuddling girls. I didn't wake up with my arm numb because I refused to move it and risk waking them. I didn't press my face into their hair and inhale like they were oxygen.But here I was, doing all of it with her. The room was quiet except for her steady breathing.She was still fast asleep. I could tell from the way her body was completely limp against mine and the way her lips were slightly parted.I should have been thinking about practice. Ab