Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
He especially wants us to ride safely on the bike, hence all the protective leather he splurges on.
Let’s just say I’ve ripped that leather off him more times than I can count.
I lick my lips as I watch him.
I love how he looks calm to the outside world but turns into my beautiful, sexy Vaughn in private. Sometimes domineering, other times needy, but often times just wanting to hold me to him the moment he sees me.
It’s why I didn’t sleep well last night. Because he wasn’t there to run his fingers through my hair. I’m so goddamn addicted to him and used to him and irrevocably in love with him, I won’t be able to survive if I ever have to live without him.
Now that we’re graduating—yes, Vaughn is graduating early—I’m moving to New York; I don’t care about Chicago. Okay, I do, but truly, Lukas is doing an awesome job, and I’ve kind of gotten closer to him since Dad’s death. Mikailo as well. Alya insists on inviting us over to Boston for family dinners all the time.
The other day, we went to meet our newborn niece. She has the cutest little face that I nearly devoured, and I’m so going to spoil her shitless in true uncle fashion.
As Lukas, Mikailo, and I were making faces at the little girl, Alya said, “Seems that we needed Dad to die so all of us could finally be free.”
And she’s right. I never tolerated Lukas and Mikailo like I do now. Though it might also have to do with the fact that they don’t have opinions on my sexuality like Dad did. In fact, Lukas and Vaughn get along well—too well for my liking.
Similar personalities and all that.
But yeah, Chicago doesn’t really need me yet. Maybe it will in the future, but for now, I’m totally moving to New York so I can be with my Vaughn. I can say I’m going there to help out with our newly found alliance and all that.
I still haven’t told Vaughn this yet, but I have to soon because, while being together on the island during college has been fine, I think he’s also been stressing a bit about the future now that college is over. It’s probably why he’s been a bit secretive and withdrawn lately.
As I walk toward him now, with the area empty, a devilish thought hits me.
I could marry him here and now.
No audience, no rings, just me walking up that aisle and not stopping until I’m close enough to tell him exactly how many times I’ve already imagined it.
Just him being mine forever.
Though I’m not sure about bringing it up, because the other day, when I jokingly asked his dad for his hand, to which his dad replied that I still need to prove myself—Kirill is just playing hard to get; he loves me—Vaughn got flustered and said we were still young.
It kind of hurt. I mean, yeah, we’re still young, but Niko is also young, and he’s already tied the knot.
I feel like Vaughn will really make me work for it—the marriage proposal, I mean. I’m kind of worried about asking for his hand and having him tell me no.
Will probably make me depressed, no kidding.
While Vaughn has been all in with our relationship, he’s been weird lately, and I just…well, it makes me uncomfortable. That’s because of all the time he ignored me.
And yes, I’m still petty.
To test the waters, I called Gareth and asked what the best way would be to propose to Vaughn since he’s basically his best friend. Gareth said, “The best way to propose is not to propose. I repeat. Do not do it, Yulian.”
That kind of soured my mood. Cy didn’t help either, and Alya said to just go for it since Vaughn loves me and will definitely say yes.
I consider her words as I watch him, then remember that she’s some sort of hopeless romantic.
But really, he looks so good here, framed by flowers and fading sunlight, like my own fairy-tale prince. A dark one, because, really, he can be a freak in the sheets. His dirty mouth is no joke now.
No one would look at the put-together Vaughn and guess that he fucks like a sex god and has the filthiest mouth.
But I totally love that I’m the only one who gets to see that side of him.
The unhinged, out-of-control, and even needy side.
He’s all mine.
Mine, mine, mine—
Vaughn tilts his head in my direction as if he feels me watching. Those stunning hazel eyes lock on mine, and for a moment, the noise of the crowd disappears.
There’s something curious about the way he looks at me like I’m his world, even in the middle of everything else. His gaze would find mine anywhere, and just like now, his lips curl in a smile.