Love.
I still haven’t said it, but I certainly feel it. And one night about a month ago, as she was falling asleep, I heard her mumble those three words. I still don’t know if she was coherent or not, but I loved hearing them, nonetheless.
The principal congratulates the new class, and I see Wren and Felicity throw their caps into the air. I laugh when Wren ducks out of the way as several caps begin to land all around her.
Once the crowd clears a bit, I see Regina, my ex, congratulate the girls. I stay back, not wanting to interrupt. And then Wren’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Chambers—who are only two years older than me—hug the girls and take a million pictures.
I have my hands in my pockets as Wren meanders over in her gown.
“Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Cooper,” she croons, not caring if anyone overhears. We’ve gotten creative with our innuendos. “I figured you’d still be lying unconscious on your desk,” she murmurs, more daring today since she’s an actual graduate.
She’s referencing last night and how exhausted I was after fucking her for an hour straight. My cock is still raw.
“Ha ha, very funny.”
Wren’s mother walks up to me, smiling. “Mr. Cooper! So nice to see you.”
I nod. “Hello, Yvette.”
“I was just telling Paul that we should repay you the favor of taking Wren to Prague,” she says, smiling.
“Mom—”
“It really changed Wren’s whole demeanor,” she adds, smiling down at her daughter. “Maybe we can bring Felicity with us to Hawaii next summer?”
I try not to laugh. “I’m sure she’d love that.”
Yvette excuses herself and walks away, and Wren looks up at me with wide eyes.
“I’m so sick of hiding you from the rest of the world,” she whines, practically whispering.
I chuckle, resisting the urge to grab her hand. “I know,” I whisper, leaning in a tiny bit closer. “Soon, love. Soon, we can tell everyone. Shout it from the rooftops, if you want.”
She grins, and I swear, my heart stops every time she gives me that large, genuine smile.
“I have to go help with cleanup,” I say solemnly. “Felicity is with her mom tonight.” That’s code for come over.
“Oh? When is she leaving?” Her lips twitch as several people pass us.
“Seven,” I answer casually.
“That’ll be nice.” She smiles at a couple of female students who pass by, not even giving us a second glance. “I think I might vacuum my room tonight at seven,” she adds, her eyes bright and playful. “I just got a Dyson. It sucks everything right up.”
I choke, covering it up with a cough. “You should mop, too. Maybe at seven fifteen?”
She pretends to deliberate. “Yeah. The floors really need to get nice and wet.”
I smirk. “Okay. Well, have a nice night mopping.”
She winks, walking away backwards. “Thanks.”
“Oh, and Ms. Chambers?” I ask, my voice firm and authoritative. “Don’t be tardy.”
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THE END
About the Author
Amanda Richardson writes from her chaotic dining room table in York, England often distracted by her husband and two adorable sons. When she's not writing contemporary and dark, twisted romance, she enjoys coffee (a little too much) and collecting house plants like they're going out of style.
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Unwrap Him
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“Unwrap Him”
An MM guardian/ward romance
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’Twas the night before Christmas…
A secret was looming.
The lust in my heart had become too consuming.
Make no mistake, no blood do we share,
But my guardian was the man whose cross I did bear.
With his icy coal eyes, and peppermint lips,
Under mistletoe I stood, no chance to resist.
For it was on none other than this cold silent night,
That I gave into wrong, and it felt so damn right.
Chapter 1
James
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“You’re breaking up with me??”
My eyes are wide. I can feel them, bugging out of my head like one of those rubber stress-reliever toys.
Leslie sits at the table across from me, arms folded, appearing particularly stone-faced. I can’t tell if she’s pissed that I’m actually shocked at her ending our relationship, or if she’s just pissed at me in general.
“Because I can’t come home with you for Christmas…” I mutter to fill the silence, blinking over my rounded eyes.
“No, James. Not because you can’t come home with me for Christmas.” She glares at me. “Because you won’t. There’s a big difference.”
“I can’t leave Jesse—”
“There’s that word again!” She snaps, then glances around the cafe we’re sitting in to ensure no one’s looking. The place is practically empty. “You damn well can… if you wanted to. He’s eighteen. He’ll be fine.”
I rake my fingers through my hair. “That’s not the point. I’m not going to leave him alone for Christmas. I’m the only family he has.”