Teacher's Pet

I felt him speed up, shifting off of me to thrust harder. He went faster, stoking the flame inside of me into an inferno. His vigorous strokes rocked through me harder and harder until I felt myself fall. I came, crying out, feeling myself come to pieces in Nate's arms. He went harder still, groaning as he climaxed before he slowed to a languorous stroke, and finally became still. He held my face and kissed me hard.

"I love you, too," he said, looking into my eyes. Everything else became a drone in the background. That was all that mattered.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Nate

I needed to stop doing this. I bet Abby never sat in bed staring at me sleeping when she got up before I did. A little while ago, it had made me feel like a creep, but now it almost felt necessary.

I loved her. I couldn't believe I had her in my life. I couldn't believe that the day was coming when I wouldn't anymore.

I still had to figure out what to do. The call hadn't been made yet, so technically, it wasn't official that anything was changing. God, I already hated myself for leaving her, and I hadn't done it yet. I didn't fucking want to. It was as simple as that. I was healthy, happy, and in love. What the fuck did I still need?

I had loved music since I was a kid. I had put everything I had into Remus, writing my best songs, giving up years of my life just to make sure we got somewhere. But then we did, and what the fuck had it been for? Money?

Remus was supposed to make me happy. Waking up every day to make music was supposed to make me happy, and all it had done was get me on a plane here trying to escape it all. I couldn't believe it, but Keno had been right. I was still trying to plan for something I could take because it was right in front of me.

I loved this place. I loved this tiny island where nobody knew who I was, and I loved this girl who helped me beat my addiction and was more beautiful inside and out than anyone I'd ever met in my life. I lived in a million-dollar condo in downtown LA, and I'd never been happier than I was right now in a beachfront hut with Abby. I'd spend the rest of my life in this bed with her.

That was it. Why was I still looking? I had found it.

I slid out of the bed and pulled my underwear on before walking out onto the porch. Abby had a hell of a view. The morning was clear and sunny, and the beach had just a few people on it. I checked the time; LA was a couple hours ahead of here, but it was still early, sometime before nine.

Whatever. He was the one who wanted to hear from me, wasn't he? I dialed Wes Barry's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Nate, how are you?" he asked cheerfully. I smiled. I was about to ruin his day if he thought I had good news for him.

"Great. Listen. About that contract?" I said.

"Did you like what you saw?" he asked. Objectively, yeah. It was a good-looking contract. Lots of money, agency, freedom, everything I thought I wanted, which I would take if the trade wasn't so damn shitty.

"It's a pass, Wes. I can't take the deal." He was silent for a beat.

"What's wrong with the contract? We can negotiate if-"

"It's great. Really. I just don't want it."

"You sure, kid? An opportunity like this doesn't come along every day," he warned. A girl like Abby didn't either.

"I'm sure. Thanks again for the offer," I said, hanging up. The door creaked open behind me, and Abby came out to the porch. She was in a tank top and shorts – with no bra underneath, I couldn't help notice.

"Hey," I said holding my arm out. She walked into my embrace, hugging me.

"Hey. Is everything okay?" she asked looking up at me.

"It is now," I said smiling. I sat in one of the chairs and she sat on the other.

"Who was that?"

"Remember the producer who called me offering a contract last week?" I asked.

"I remember."

"I called to tell him I was turning down his offer."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I told him I didn't want it."