Our relationship has had its ups and downs over the years, with some breaks along the way, but we survived every single hurdle, and we’ll survive this, too. We’ve been dating since the eighth grade. He doesn’t seem bothered by our impending lack of quality time. I shoot a quick glance at the snoring lump beside me. I won’t have nearly as much time to spend with Nico as I’ll want. I’m pre-med, so I need to excel and then some during my last two years at Briar if I want to get into a good med school. The fall semester starts on Monday, and my schedule is intense this year. To make matters worse, this is the last stress-free weekend we’re going to have in a long time.

My hot boyfriend is sound asleep in my bed and I’m about to watch a show about murderers. It’s Saturday night, there’s a party raging downstairs, and it’s not even ten o’clock. “The latest episode is Children Who Kill, but I don’t remember if I made you watch the one before that-Clowns Who Kill…?” “All right,” I relent, rolling over to grab my laptop. Nico works on the weekends and several nights during the week, but he has tomorrow off so this is one of the rare Saturdays when we could actually stay up late fooling around if we want.īut he hasn’t moved a muscle since he lay down. “Why don’t you put on your creepy show or something?” “I’ll do all the work,” I whisper, but when my hand slides down to his crotch, there are no signs of life down there. I’ve been working fourteen hours straight.” “Baby, seriously, I don’t have any energy. He kisses me back but it’s a fleeting caress. My mouth travels along the angular line of his jaw, rough stubble abrading my lips. “Demi,” he mumbles as I start kissing his neck. Then I settle beside him, clad in the black silk nightie I wore for the party. Taking pity on him, I turn off the main light and flick on the lamp on the bed table, which emits a pale glow. Now he’s bare chested, wearing boxers and socks, with his arm over his face again to protect his eyes from the light. He sits up to help me with his hoodie, then collapses back down. Pull his sneakers off, slide his belt from its loops, peel his pants down his legs. Smiling, I start at the bottom of his body and work my way up. He gets a good workout hauling boxes and furniture at the moving company where he works. But though he doesn’t play sports these days, he’s still in great shape. Playing ball was something fun to do with his high school buddies his real passion is cars. Although he played point guard in high school, he didn’t land any college basketball scholarships, and he was never good enough to go to the NBA.

Nico has the long, lean build of a basketball player. His forearm shields his eyes from my view, which gives me the opportunity to admire his body without getting teased for it.

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