REMI
Sebastian’s orgasm triggers mine like a chain reaction. The moment he cries out my name, spilling into my mouth, I come hard in my trousers, untouched, driven over the edge by the sheer taste, the sound, the feel of him.
I don’t hesitate. I take everything he gives, hungry for him.
He wavers beneath my hands, and I rise quickly, just as unsteady, to catch him, pulling him close and crashing my lips to his. His mouth opens for me immediately, eager and breathless, and I realize he's tasting himself on my tongue.
He moans, deep and satisfied, and it nearly undoes me all over again.
Then he pulls back slightly, those green eyes glittering beneath heavy lashes, his lips swollen and wrecked, curling into a cocky little smile.
“That wasn’t how this was supposed to go…”
I blink, still breathless. “What do you mean?”
He rises onto his toes and presses a quick kiss to the tip of my nose, laughing.
“Well… I figured, since I’ve got more experience, I’d be the one taking the lead.”
He winks, and it’s adorable, but the mention of past experience sends a sharp jolt of jealousy through me, stealing the breath from my chest. I know I’ve got no right to feel that way, not really, but the thought of anyone else touching him, tasting him, makes my blood boil.
Without thinking, I lean in and bury my face in his hair, inhaling the scent of vanilla that always drives me insane. I press a kiss just beneath his ear, then trace its edge slowly with my tongue before whispering, voice low and rough, “You didn’t mind me taking the lead… did you?”
“No, no!” he says quickly, breath hitching. “Quite the opposite, actually, as you probably noticed…”
I chuckle, loving the way he toggles between shy and cheeky. “Well, if you didn’t notice, I came too. Right along with you.”
His eyes drop to my crotch, widening when he sees the dark patch on my jeans. He blinks, looking suddenly uncertain.
“Didn’t it… feel strange?” he asks quietly. “Doing that, with a guy?”
“Not at all,” I say honestly. “Maybe I’m supposed to feel shocked. Or confused. But I don’t. What we did, it felt incredible. And being with you... it just feels right. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.”
I lift his hand to my lips and press a kiss to his palm. He touches my cheek with it, his fingers soft, and the look in his eyes is so full of tenderness it makes something in my chest ache.
“You do realize this thing between us is completely wrong, right?” he says quietly.
“Totally,” I nod, and lean down to kiss the bruises I’ve left along his neck.
He watches me seriously, though he tilts his head to give me better access. “I’m not joking, Remi. You know how much I like you, and not just physically, but if Maddie finds out, she’ll be crushed.”
I pull back, matching his seriousness. “I know, Seb. I do. But before we shut this down completely... shouldn’t we at least talk about it? Really talk. Think things through?”
“Of course I want to get to know you better,” he says, his voice soft but full of feeling. “But honestly... I can’t imagine a world where Maddie would ever accept this. Accept us.”
“So you agree, we should take some time to think this through?” I ask, my heart thudding in my chest.
“I guess we have to,” he sighs. “Besides, I’ve got a train to Stratford tomorrow morning, so…”
“You do?” I blink. “You didn’t tell me…”
“When would I have, Remi?” he says with a half-smile. “You’ve been MIA for days. I probably would’ve told you tonight… if we hadn’t been, you know, sidetracked.”
He smirks, and I wince. The guilt hits hard.
“You’re right. I’m sorry, Seb. I avoided you because… I didn’t know how to be around you without giving myself away.”
He lifts my chin, gently but firmly, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Don’t ever do that again, Remi. You shutting me out, it hurts. No matter what happens with us, promise me one thing: talk to me. Whatever’s going on, we’ll face it together, okay? That’s the only way anything survives. And trust me, I’ve ruined enough relationships to know.”
“I promise, Seb. From now on, I’ll always be honest with you.”
“And I will with you.”
I smile, touched, then ask, “But tell me more about this trip.”
“No, wait!” he cuts in, grinning. “Let’s get cleaned up first. You can’t sit around in that mess…” He gestures toward my ruined trousers with a raised brow.
“You’ve got a point,” I mutter, grimacing. “Shower, then. Want to join me?”
He gives me a look, equal parts exasperated and amused, then shakes his head slowly.
“Haven’t you had enough?”
I grin, my cheeks flushing. “I think I’m addicted…”
“Well, okay,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “But only if you promise to behave. I still have to pack.”
“If I see you take off those lace panties again, I’m not responsible for my actions.”
“You really liked them?” he asks, suddenly shy. “I was worried they’d freak you out.”
“Oh, they definitely freaked me out, just not in the way you thought.”
I grin, catching his hand and tugging him gently toward the bathroom.
He hesitates for half a second, but I press an innocent kiss to his cheek. “Okay, okay, I’ll behave. Now get in the shower with me.”
Sebastian nods, a little bashfully. We undress in quiet, stolen glances, and I turn on the water, adjusting the temperature.
When he finally steps in, I do my best not to stare, but it’s hopeless.
His body is mesmerizing.
He’s small, graceful, lean but defined, with smooth skin that glows under the warm spray. Every line, every curve of him is so effortlessly beautiful that it makes my chest ache.
Despite my best intentions, I’m hard again. So is he.
We don’t need words, we both know exactly what we want.
This time, it’s Sebastian who takes control, and I’m more than happy to let him.
He kisses me with urgency, wraps his hand around both of us, and begins to move. The sight alone, his pale, slender length pressed against mine, darker and thicker, is enough to unhinge me. His rhythm is unrelenting, and the friction, the closeness, the heat… it’s overwhelming.
We come together, hard and fast, shaking and breathless beneath the spray.
I hold him close, peppering his face with soft kisses as we try to catch our breath, hearts pounding.
Gently, I turn him around and pull him back against my chest. I grab the shampoo and work it through his hair in slow, careful strokes. He leans into me with a blissed-out sigh, melting in my arms.
I rinse, then smooth in conditioner, my fingers tracing gentle lines down his scalp and neck. When I lather up his skin, I take my time, massaging every inch, mapping him with reverence. He surrenders completely to my touch, and I savour every second.
Once he’s rinsed off, I soap myself quickly, eager now to get him into bed.
I step out first, pull on a robe, and wrap him in a warm, fluffy towel.
He leans into me, spent, while I towel-dry his hair. And even now, especially now, I can’t stop marvelling at him. At his beauty, yes, but also at the way he lets me care for him.
As if he already knows: I never want to stop.
“Would you…” he hesitates, his voice barely above a whisper. I wait, patient. “Would you sleep with me tonight?”
I kiss his forehead, my heart swelling. “There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
He beams, that soft, radiant smile that undoes me every time. Then he takes my hand and quietly leads me to his room. We both know I won’t be going back to mine, not tonight. Not to the room I once shared with Maddie.
His bed is smaller, but I don’t care. The thought of holding him all night, of feeling his warmth tucked against me, sounds like heaven.
We slide under the covers, limbs finding each other easily. I pull him close, and he lets out a soft sigh, resting his head on my chest.
“The suitcase…” he mumbles sleepily.
I chuckle, brushing my fingers through his damp curls.
“You’ll pack in the morning. Sleep now, baby.”
He barely nods, already melting into me, his body curling against mine, his breath slowing into something soft and steady.
But I can’t sleep.
I run my fingers through his hair, along his shoulders, across the soft lines of his face, still unable to believe he’s here. With me. Mine. At last.
Yes, this situation is complicated. Yes, there will be consequences. But one thing is crystal clear: this boy belongs to me in a way no one ever has. And I belong to him.
After opening up to him about my dad, a story I’ve kept buried for years, I feel lighter. As if, for the first time, I’ve set down a weight I didn’t know I was still carrying.
I’ve spent so long building a life that felt safe, controlled, logical.
But now I see it clearly: it’s the unpredictability that gives life its shape. It’s meaning.
You can’t separate joy from risk.
True happiness is rare. Fleeting. Precious. And worth everything.
That’s what I intend to fight for, if Sebastian lets me.
Until now, I’d been living by the book. Degree. Job. Relationship.
A checklist for the kind of life I thought I was supposed to want.
But with him… I’m no longer just existing.
I’m alive.
He shakes me. Challenges me.
Like something in me I didn’t know was waiting to burn.
He’s the missing piece I wasn’t even aware I’d been searching for.
I don’t care that he’s a man. I don’t care how complicated this is. He’s mine. And I’m his.
As sleep starts to pull me under, I realize he never actually told me why he’s heading to Stratford. But I know his parents live there. And I can guess.
Still, the thought of him leaving presses down on my chest like a weight.
I tighten my arms around him, fierce, possessive.
I don’t want to let go. Not even for a second.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
It’s the last thought in my head as I drift off, the word still warm on my lips.