LAST VACATION

LAST VACATION

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"Where does story truly begin? In life, there are seldom clear out beginnings, those moments when we can, in looking back, say that everything started. Yet there are moments when fate intersects with our daily lives, setting in a motion of sequence of events whose outcome we could have foreseen. It's nearly two A.M. I am wide awake. Earlier after work before crawling up to bed, I tossed for an hour before I finally gave up. Now I am sitting on my couch, beer on my hand, wondering about my own intersection. Well this is not new to me" - Liam Content and/ or Trigger Warning; This is a work of fiction. Names, characters , businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of author's imagination. This story contains swearing, mature themes, and sexual content.
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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