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“I’m glad.” I chuckle. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“A little.” He blinks up at me with a smile. “But I loved it.”

“We should get cleaned up.” I lean over and kiss him before leaning back to pull out.

I pull out slowly, and a gush of cum leaks from his ass.

“Fuck.” I groan. “This sight alone has me ready to go again.” I rub the tip of my cock against the mess and push back into him, making him gasp. “I just want to pump you full of my cum until you’re leaking it for days.”

“Okay,” he breathes, eyes wide and wanting. “But you need to do something first."

“Anything,” I promise.

“Feed me.”

I stare at him for a moment before laughing. “That, I can do.”

After we clean up a bit, I make us something quick to eat. We’re just done with our sandwiches before our mouths are fused together.

We fuck for the rest of the night until I keep my promise. Levi passes out in my arms, both of us a sticky mess. But we’re wrapped in each other’s arms, exactly where we’re meant to be.

Levi sturs in my arms, his sleeping face so cute and peaceful. I can’t help but smile down at him, watching him like a creeper.

He murmurs something. “I love you.” It’s so quiet, I almost miss it.

My heart swells three times bigger, and a stupid grin slips across my face.

Sure, it’s something he’s saying in his sleep, but it has to have some kind of meaning, right? Yeah, I’m freaking out, but in the best way.

This is how I want to fall asleep for the rest of my life. Naked, drained of cum, and Levi in my arms. Sounds like a perfect life to me.

Chapter 20

Austin

Today is the day I tell Levi everything. I’m nervous as fuck. And have been trying not to puke all morning. But I know it’s time.

I’m going to tell Levi I love him. And that I want to be with him for real.

After he told me he loved me the other day, I knew I couldn’t keep going on like this. The guilt of it has been eating me alive.

This is what I wanted, him to fall for me. And now that he has, all I can think about is him leaving me when he finds out I lied. No, it’s not big lies, but it’s still not a way to start a relationship.

And even though I’m freaking the fuck out that he’s going to hate me and cut me out of his life, I know I have to tell him.

Do I regret what I did? No, but I’m not exactly proud of it either. I knew what I wanted, and I went for it. But maybe I should have gone about it another way.

Either way, I can’t change the past, and I can’t go back. So I need to deal with the here and now.

Maybe I’m overthinking it. Maybe he won’t be upset. Who knows, he might think my obsession with him is cute?

I mean, I would, but I’m also the kind of guy who suggests to fake date with the guy I’ve been in love with for years instead of being a man and just asking the guy out on a date. I don’t think I’m the best role model for anyone.

Oh. And I also came clean to my therapist. Yeah, she reacted how I thought she would. She, too, is on team ‘tell Levi the truth’. And pointed out that while my plans had good intentions, it wasn’t exactly the best way to go about it.

Now, I’m in my car, a nervous wreck, driving to the beach with Levi in the passenger's seat.

It’s a nice sunny day, just weeks before graduation and the start of summer. A summer before the real world is supposed to start.