“I… Well, yeah.” I nodded. “But I’m probably just over-thinking, as usual. We haven’t heard anything from him in a month. The dean hasn’t called you in for a private meeting, right?”
“No.”
“Then I’m over-thinking,” I said, with finality.
“Yeah…”
“What?” I asked, noticing that he looked a little worried this time.
“I just don’t know if Jason’s the type to just slink off, lick his wounds, and forget about us.”
“Maybe he met another girl?”
“Unlikely.”
“Are you worried?” I asked.
“A little,” he admitted, and I felt horrible immediately.
“I’m so sorry,” I told him. “I know this job is important to you.”
“This job?” he repeated incredulously. “You think I’m worried about my job?”
“Well…”
“I’m worried about you,” he clarified immediately. “I can always find another job, Natalie. But you’ve worked really hard these past four years for your degree. You got in on a full scholarship. You deserve to graduate and to think that you won’t be able to because of me—”
“Don’t—”
“No, I don’t think I could live with myself,” he continued. “And in any case, no matter how important any job is to me, you will always be more important.”
I smiled, and just like that, I wasn’t worried anymore. “I feel the same way about you,” I told him, kissing his brow. “My degree is nothing compared to you.”
When Chance still continued to look worried, I leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips. “I love you,” I told him vehemently. “I love you so very much.”
He smiled and pulled me on top of him. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Prove it.”
I smiled, as I ground my hips against him. A moment later, I felt his cock harden, and I felt the familiar tingle in my groin that always prepared me for what was to come. Chance’s hands slipped under the t-shirt that I was wearing and snaked up to my breasts. By the time he reached my nipples, he was rock hard, and I was we
t.
I raised my hips and lowered myself onto his cock. He slipped inside me easily, and I fucked him vigorously, supporting myself with the headboard, as the sex got more and more passionate. I was bouncing on his dick, screaming in pleasure with my head thrown back as I came. I felt the hot wetness of his cum flow into me and then collapsed onto his chest.
“That is the perfect wake-up call,” Chance said, after a moment.
I smiled and lifted myself up to face him. “How about breakfast and then shower sex?”
“Sounds perfect.”
I wiped myself off, and then we made our way to the kitchen. Chance started work on the waffles and eggs while I sat down at the kitchen table. It was one of our little rituals, morning sex, followed by a cozy little breakfast.
“So,” I said. “What shall we do today? There’s a screening of Casablanca at the Old Ford Movie Theater; I thought it might be fun to watch it on the big screen.”
“Haven’t you watched Casablanca a couple of dozen times already?”