Finals week meant busy college students had to sacrifice their dating time.
Winston and I hadn't seen each other for nearly five days. I missed him terribly—and so did the hungry little monster in my stomach. Halfway through studying at the library, I couldn't take it anymore. I called him out.
In the grove behind the library, he was generous and bountiful as always. He lifted his shirt and pressed my head against him. "Drink."
I didn't hold back. Winston pressed his fist to his lips, his back against a tree, trying his hardest not to make a sound.
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When I'd had my fill, I straightened his clothes for him. I stared at his beautiful, delicate face and couldn't resist stealing a few more kisses. "You're this gorgeous—you're not going to cheat on me someday and run off with some prett
