Yeah, the dorm started a betting pool on when we would finally get together.

  But we had a long talk and things finally made sense. He’s not the tough and stoic guy I had built up in my mind. He is amazing and sensitive and funny and everything I never thought to ask for. We are even going back to his home so that I can meet his family during spring break. He says it’s only fair considering he met the catastrophe that is mine during Thanksgiving.

  But I am so happy now. So. Fucking. Happy.

  And now I am off to finish packing for the trip to South Dakota. Fuck. I’ve never been farther west than Indiana and that was only because Dad missed our exit for Cedar Point and didn’t realize until we crossed the border. Thank God I did not inherit his directional awareness.

  So. Fucking. HAPPY!

  CHAPTER 20

  HOME IS WHERE THE HEART LOVES

  I will never get used to flying. At least before the growth spurt, my legs fit somewhat comfortably – not that the rest of me did. Now, my shoulders are too wide; my legs are too long; and I inevitably damn near give myself a concussion every time I try to get in or out of my seat. The only bright side of this flight home is that Jesse is right here next to me. Okay, so not directly next to me. He is actually three rows behind me in a window seat while I paid the extra for the bulkhead row to not have some random person crushing my legs by trying to recline their seat.

  “Thank you for flying with us. It is currently fifty-six degrees and the time is three fifty seven in the afternoon…”

  I tune out the rest of the pilot’s speech and switch my phone off airplane mode while I wait for the plane to make it to the terminal. It takes a minute or two, but it becomes obvious when my phone reconnects by the number of messages that start my phone vibrating like a hidden toy going through TSA.

  That reminds me: I need to make another trip to Aunt Sally’s when my next paycheck hits. While it is becoming clear to me that giving head is not something I enjoy doing, Jesse has made me curious about some other things that I previously had overlooked as possible. Mostly, it is because I grew up in the middle of nowhere. I mean, the thought of anal sex was taboo enough – cuckolding would have never crossed my path as something that could be positive. Hell, BDSM in general is thought of along the same lines as Satanism, so there is that.

  Glancing up at the fasten seatbelt sign still lit, I start reading the texts from Jesse with a smile on my face.

  Paying for the wifi cuz I need to document this shit

  That did NOT even remotely resemble a roller coaster asshole

  Is it normal for ur ears to feel like u have a vice squeezing noise cancelling headphones onto your head?

  Now I understand why u told me to chew gum. I thought I was going deaf

  Wtf is up with the artisanal pretzels? Can’t we get normal snacks?

  This coke tastes weird. Is it the altitude?

  I should have just sat next to u. the view has been the same for the last 2 hours

  Do people normally drool on planes? the lady next to me practically has a swimming pool forming on the tray table

  There are about a dozen more messages, but the ding of the seatbelt sign turning off has me jumping up to stand in the aisle so that the other people in my row can get out. Being the designated tall person, I help the people around me with getting their bags out of the overhead bin while we wait for the fancy first class and business class people to disembark. As much as I would love to wait for Jesse here, I sling my backpack on my back and head for the terminal. When I get to the desk, I step aside to let others go by while I wait for my boyfriend.

  Boyfriend… It still feels so weird to think that.

  He practically jumps into my arms when he sees me which earns us more than a few sideways glances. I am trying to not care, but a part of me appreciates the harsh slap of reality. This is not going to be all sunshine and rainbows for a trip home.

  “I’m thinking,” he says with his arm around my waist, “I don’t need a window seat on the flight home. Outside of a few seconds during landing, it really isn’t that exciting.”

  I have my arm draped casually over his shoulders and can’t help but look around to see who is watching while we make our way towards the baggage claim where Dad is meeting us. My rational brain knows that people in the city are progressive enough to not give a shit about two guys with their arms around each other, but being back here is sending my rational brain on hiatus.

  My nerves don’t start to settle until we are in the car on the way home. Dad starts talking to Jesse about growing up in the city and asking all of the polite questions about his family and everything. The hour drive feels like eternity. When Dad pulls the car into the garage next to my old beater, I feel like I can finally relax.

  JESSE’S DIARY

  FUCKING BASTARDS

  CHAPTER 21

  NOTHING GAINED BUT LOVE

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I am a dog mom living it up in the insanity that is Northeast Ohio. When I'm not documenting the exploits of the characters in my head, I'm either binge reading the works of other amazing authors or losing my voice at hockey games. I’m horribly addicted to coffee, anime, and Asian dramas in addition to building my ever-growing stuffie army.

  Kate Bauer and K.A. Bauer are both me, but I split them to make my AuDHD brain stay on track. Kate is the contemporary alter ego of K.A. - the name I write all of the supernatural and magical stories under.

  My stories are LGBTQIA+ centric, and the characters fight for their rights and happily ever afters: fated or not.

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