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Ronnie

H ow to publish a book? I type the words on my laptop and hit enter on the keyboard. When I started writing I only did it for myself but when Bradley and Amber joined I realized other people can benefit from it.

We wrote about our feelings, thoughts, and experiences. We poured ourselves into these pages. Our truest emotions became a tangible thing— black on white. I never thought this would bring so much peace into my life, but it did. With every page. With each word. The ache inside me slowly turned to a source of air. No matter how I felt, writing helped. It healed a part of me, and they slowly heal the rest of them, one day at a time.

Being real is relatable. We can run and hide from our problems but it doesn’t mean they cease to exist.

I want to inspire people with our story and show them that yes, it’s different. Yes , it happened on a random night and I almost got hit. Yes , we were open to it. Yes, she agreed to live with two strangers. Yes , I suspect my dog loves them more than he loves me, and I’m okay with that. And no , I wouldn’t change a thing.

We’re still writing it and it will take us more time to finish it, but I wonder, just in case they want to give this a try and publish what we created.

I finally realize the road to healing has many steps, but, it’s about how committed we are to take each one as we reach a better place.

My whole life, cancer was my biggest fear, my biggest enemy, and now I know that it won’t change anything whether I run it over in my head a million times or not. Or prepare in advance. I have a family and people who love me and I will fight it if that day ever comes back.

But right now I can finally scream.

Fuck cancer.

Fuck you, my old friend.

“Ronnie,” Bradley barges through the door, sounding out of breath and looking like it when he bends a little to catch his breath. “I went for a run in the neighborhood with Josh.”

“Good for you,” I smirk as my eyes lock on the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. A day out of the gym is like torture for him.

I, on the other hand, like it to a certain degree.

“I wanted to do something for Amber and it’s the perfect opportunity while she is with her dad. We need to order something.” He hopes on the mattress, soaking wet and unbothered.

“You can get a shower first, you know.” I stare at him, curving my brows up. That fucker doesn’t have boundaries anywhere.

“What, you can’t handle this?” He mirrors my expression. “Too wet. Too stinky for you?”

Laying on his stomach, his arm grazes mine, and hot waves of our mutual cologne drift into my nostrils.

“You smell pretty great.” I turn my head back to the computer and open another tab.

“Thank you, but what is this interesting tab.“ His eyes browse over it quickly and slowly move back to meet mine. “You want to do this?”

“In the future, maybe, if you want it too.”

He shrugs his shoulder, “That can be a nice experience.” He palms my face in seconds and pulls me into a ravenous kiss. “Your lips taste so good, tongue even better.” Sucking on it, he flips me onto my back—one hand around my throat, the other squeezing my strained cock. “So fucking hard already.” He crushes his lips to mine again, claiming my soul with each flick and bite.

I growl into his mouth.

He stops abruptly, hovering over me with his tousled hair. “Am I still too sweaty for you, Princess?”

“Now, I need a shower.” I gulp the air greedily.

“You better get used to it.”

His tongue darts out to swipe across his lips while he stares at me for a moment, digging his way into the depths of my soul.

“You want more than that, you want me. You want each imprint I give you—on your skin and soul that is where you’ll find me.” He whispers.

I gaze into the storm in his eyes, taken by the intensity he reflects on top of me. I can’t resist him. I couldn’t from the moment we met. He has taken over my life like he owned me. And I own him just as much.

He leans down again, pressing his lips to my neck, and slowly tracing it with wet kisses up to my jaw.

“What do you want me to search?” I flip myself as he pulls back and press my fingertips against the keyboard. “A vibrator? I know she broke hers.”

“We can get her a vibrator as well but I had something else in mind.”