It’s our first day back on campus, and everything about this moment feels right. Layla, in a pair of black skinny jeans, is slowly killing me.
"If you aren’t ready, we can stay at home." I reach for her leg and give it a squeeze.
She grins. "We need to get back to school." She has more use of her arm, but her movements are slow as she unclips her belt. I lean in and steal a kiss. Her gaze darts to me. Her smile widens and my c*ck grows hard.
"I’m not sure I can get used to this," Layla says, ducking her head.
"Used to what?" I try to catch her gaze.
"Us."
I tip her chin up. "It’s always been 'us.’ It’s never been any other way, even when we were apart."