Chapter 92

“That’s the way,” he said, sweat running down his face, and mine dripping onto his skin. Neither of us cared, heading for the finish line, and when we came? It was like the first time. And I never wanted it to end.

“I love you more than life, Austin,” I said, nuzzling against his cheek as we lay next to each other, trying to cool down.

Austin played with a lock of my shoulder-length blond hair, more silver than blond as each day went by. “I know you do, love. Me, too.”

I closed the scant inches between us, kissing his bruised lips softly before saying, “It’s the start of a beautiful day.” 3: Wheeler and Gregory

Featuring characters from the story, “Can’t Buy His Love.”

Will he forgive me?

I had entered photographs of Gregory’s paintings in a prestigious art competition a couple of months ago. Naturally, my lover didn’t know about it because he would totally freak out. And get mad at me. And there’d be no sex for a week, which was a very effective punishment, I assure you.