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Heat pooled between my legs, insistent and wet, but it was the tenderness in their eyes—the quiet hope—that cracked me wide open. “I’m thirty-one,” I whispered. “I’ve spent years chasing men who either want to fix me or fuck me and forget me. The ones who stay are boring. The ones who excite me are always… taken. Or gay. Or both.” A wet laugh escaped. “Like you.” “Not gay enough, apparently,” Julian teased softly, but his voice was thick with emotion. His fingers stayed gentle on my shoulder.

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He shrugs and turns his eyes back to the TV. “Cool.” I guess we're never having a proper conversation. At least not today. I reach for my phone then. “Long story short…” he says suddenly, eyes still on the screen, “not enough sleep, too much coffee, and way too many people who think G****e is a medical degree.” I look at him, and we both chuckle at his last sentence. For the first time in a long while, the moment feels… light. Peaceful. Almost like us again.

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"I do. She was so happy that you took out—she’d feel bad seeing you grieving her every day." He stared at me for a few seconds, then pulled me into a hug and inhaled deeply. "Thank you, babygirl." He kissed my forehead. I listened to him as he told me every single thing about himself, not holding back on even the smallest or most irrelevant details. I also told him my story. We laughed at the funny moments and cried at the sad ones. Immediately after we were done with our stories, his phone beeped. Instead of checking it, he simply smiled at me.

“Hey, Angel, don't be so uptight. This is just an energy boost—something to help you focus and maybe even make studying a little more... fun. You work too hard, always acting like you're above everyone. Loosen up for once; imagine how much sharper your mind could be with a little spark." Ferd nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on my chest where my blouse strained over my full, perky breasts. “Yeah, come on, Miss Perfect. You're always so arrogant, looking down on us like we're dirt under your heels. This'll help you chill out, let that superior brain of yours take a break and enjoy the ride. Trust us—it's harmless, just a pick-me-up for overachievers like you who never know how to play." Before

“Please… please don't leave me” “Baby please… “ a fit of cough cut him short as he wheezed “Hey.. Easy” I handed him a bottle of water. “I’m fine honey.. I'm fine” he smiled. At least his smile was still there. I mirrored the smile.. “There.. what does it take you to smile. I haven’t seen you smile in a while” “What’s there to smile about Nathan?” I started to softly massage his arm. “Don’t do this Rene.. I told you there’s a lot of things to smile for. The memories we made together. We need to appreciate the little time we have left”

What can it hurt? "I'm going to be honest: when I first heard about the female boxer from Australia, I hardly paid attention. That changed when I saw you fight for the first time; you changed my life. I was raised in foster care and bullied my entire life, even as an adult. I'm an awkward geek who is usually scared of his own shadow and rarely knows what to do or say in most situations. The confidence I saw in you made me feel strong. You have inspired me to be proud of who I am and not focus on my flaws. I have dreamt about meeting you in person, but I never thought it would actually happen, so I settled for coming here to watch you fight. I know it's crazy, but I'm in love with you."

“I honestly don’t have the patience for that and I want to write stories that would leave an impact on people. I want to write love stories for people who think they are at the edge and that there’s no way out for them. I want to tell everyone that love exists and how it can change a person’s life, if it’s the right person.” “Inspirational and romantic.” He grinned, taking my hand in his. “I like the idea.” “Maybe I can throw in a few fiction stories in the mix?” I teased. “Werewolves and vampires and an epic battle to win the girl of their dreams?” There were countless possibilities in front of me now and I wasn’t shying away from those possibilities any longer. I wanted to do so much in my

**** Lila had always been… elsewhere. Ever since her best friend gifted her the thick, veined, 9-inch vibrating dildo for her 18th birthday two months ago, her brain had basically short-circuited. Lectures? Notes? Future career? None of it mattered. All she thought about was the relentless buzz between her thighs, the way it stretched her tight little pussy until she saw stars, and how she could edge herself for hours in the bathroom stalls between classes.