Three checked bags and a heart that still doesn’t know how to pack this away.I zip the suitcase, hoodie carefully packed at the bottom.One last thing of his.And maybe, that’s all I’ll ever get.The Last Time I Saw HimI barely slept.By the time my alarm buzzed, I had been lying in bed for hours, eyes fixed on the ceiling, sheets tangled around my legs. “Better than okay.”He smiled into my hair. Gay porn The gray one. “You pull me in just enough to keep me hoping. I reached up to touch him, fingers trailing along the line down his abs, and he hissed in a breath.“You sure?” he asked, again.I nodded.“Never done this before,” I admitted. “You can’t even name what we were.”He closed the distance again. Asking. Not unless we were in the dark. Not unless his hand was under my shirt. He kissed my forehad. The only thing ahead now was air and sky and whatever comes next.I wasn’t running anymore.I was walking into something new.A different chapter.And this time, I was the one choosing how it begins.Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the first three chapters of Summer After Him, the first arc of “Everything Meant Nothing”Now, the story moves forward. The next arc is called Halfway to Him.
