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My flight to Australia was tomorrow evening.

        The closer I got to the day of my departure, the more surreal it felt. I called Ma today, and we talked for an hour. She complained about me leaving, even though we didn't even live in the same state now. According to her, it was easier for me to visit when I was in the country, compared to across the world.

        Now, I was dedicating the rest of the day to my father. We agreed to meet up at Mario's Smoothie, so I made my way to the local smoothie shop.

        "Gabriel!" my father hollered, waving his arm. "Aqui, mijo." I smiled as I made my way over to him, and we sat opposite each other. "I'm glad you're spending your last day with me."

        "Of course." I scanned the menu. "Wanna order?"

        He nodded, and we got our drinks before returning to our seats. "Australia," he said. "Five years abroad wasn't enough?"

        I shrugged. "I like Sydney. It's a wonderful place."

        "I'm happy for you," my father said. "I really am, but I'm going to be honest. A selfish part of me wishes you could stay. We just started to reconnect."

        I thought about that, too. My father and I were just building our relationship after years apart, and now, I was leaving.

        "It's on me," my father said. "I'm the one who stayed gone for so long. It's my loss."

        "I'm not dying." I chuckled. "I'll visit Shirley Heights. You can visit me, too, in Sydney."

        He rose a brow. "With what money?

        "We'll figure something out."

        He drank some of his smoothie. "Funny you'll talk about death. Do you know why I decided to reach out to you? After all these years?"

        I shook my head. I wondered about that, too. Why did he contact me when he did? Why not sooner?

        He gulped. "My brother died."

        "I'm sorry."

        I didn't know much about my father's family. I knew he had three siblings, and I knew my grandparents lived in Colombia, but that was it.

        "He was a workaholic," my father said. "Like you. Didn't spend a lot of time with his family, especially the kids. Then he got cancer." I listened intently. "It shifted his priorities, and he started to focus less on work and more on his family. Unfortunately, he deteriorated quickly, and in a matter of months, my brother died. Jorge was always the overachiever. The most successful one in the family. You remind me of him." He smiled. "He was so successful, or what people would consider successful. Before he died, he told me that his kids were the best thing he ever contributed to the world. Not his work or accomplishments. His biggest regret was not spending enough time with them."

        "We take relationships and people for granted."

        It was a fact I knew all too well.

        "Exactly," my father said. "He realized that when it was almost too late, and that opened my eyes. I abandoned my children, and I didn't want to die with that regret. I'm twenty-four years late, and I can never get those years back, but I'm here now." I nodded with a smile. "We can lose the ones we love any second. We have to treasure the time we have with them now."

        Like I was sure Camila's family and friends didn't expect to lose her when they did. Arya probably thought she had more time with her. Then again, we all expected to make it to old age, or middle age the least.

        My father wiped his mouth as he thought about something. "Don't get mad, mijo, but I have to say this."

        "Go ahead."

        "Is this the right choice?" he asked. "You returning to Australia."

        "It's a great opportunity," I said without thinking. "Why wouldn't I take it?"

        "I know," he agreed. "But not every opportunity is meant to be taken." I knitted my brows together. "They aren't always the most important thing. Some things matter more."

        "Opportunities won't always be there."

        "Neither will people," my father said. "The ones we love, I mean. We don't like to think about it, but our time is limited with our loved ones. Are you willing to leave behind everyone you care about to go to Australia for a job? Are you even passionate about this job?"

        Barkley's wasn't bad work. It wasn't my calling, but it was something.

        "What about grad school?" my father continued. "Do you still want to go?"

        "I do."

        I'd been thinking about grad school for years before I even applied. That was why I took the GRE and maintained contact with some of my professors from Harley Falls to get letters of recommendations. At the same time, I wasn't sure if I was going to get into any of the programs I applied to. I couldn't pass up this Barkley offer for something that wasn't guaranteed.

        "I can apply to a graduate program in Australia," I said. "It's not like I've gotten any acceptances here."

        "I don't know," my father said. "Is this really what you want? Forget about how wonderful this offer sounds. Will you be happy in Sydney?"

        I wasn't unhappy those five years I was abroad. Yeah, I was a little lonely and stressed, but that was life. It wasn't always ideal.

        "I'll manage."

        "I know you and your partner recently broke up," he went on. "Is that contributing to you leaving?"

        I sighed. "Why does everyone keep implying that?"

        "I'm just curious," he said. "I don't understand why you'll leave your home with everyone who loves you to go to Australia for something you're not passionate about."

        I rubbed my temple, not having words. I didn't fully understand it either. All I knew was that I didn't want to regret not taking this opportunity. I wish everyone I loved could come with me, but that wasn't going to happen. This was their home. This was my home, too, but that didn't mean I had to spend my whole life in Shirley Heights.

        "This isn't about Gyan," I said, "or anyone else."

        "I agree," he said. "I just want you to make the choice that's best for you and your happiness. You can have the fancy job, the title and power, but that doesn't guarantee fulfillment. What makes you feel fulfilled, Gabriel?"

        The people in my life. Ma, Angelica, my father...Gyan. He did, but he wasn't an option anymore. That chapter of my life was closed—for good.

        "My flight is tomorrow," I told him. "I can't back out now. All the arrangements have been made."

        Barkley's was going to pay for me to stay in a hotel, and they were willing to help me find an affordable flat while I got situated. They found a perfect company car for me, too. My position was waiting for me, with a potential raise.

        It was too late to change my mind.

        "It's your decision," my father said. "You can do anything you want. Just know that time is scarce. Use it wisely."

        I groaned. "This is an amazing deal. They're being so accommodating."

        "Like you said, opportunities won't always be there," he said, "and sometimes, you have to make sacrifices for an opportunity. That's why you have to think carefully about what you're sacrificing and what it's worth to you. My brother sacrificed time with his family for his work, and on his deathbed, he realized he made the wrong choice."

        "I can't just do nothing with my life."

        "I'm not saying don't follow your dreams," my father said. "Work hard and go after what you want. All I'm saying is that just because something seems great doesn't mean it's great for you."

        I finished my smoothie, staring at the table between us. My self-worth wasn't determined by my accomplishments. Gabriel Acosta wasn't just his occupation and grades. I knew this now, but could I really give up something like this? Especially when there was so much uncertainty in my future?

        Barkley's was predictable, convenient and reliable.

        My father raised his hands. "It's your life."

        I chuckled. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm just posing as an adult. I don't have it all figured out."

        "Do we ever?" my father asked. "Most of us spend our whole lives learning how to navigate life, and by the time we start to get a good grasp of it, we're old and we die."

        That was depressing.

        "I'm not a failure," I said. "I'm just trying to find my way."

        It took me years to learn that.

        "You determine what that looks like."

        "I don't know what that looks like."

        "Trust yourself, Gabriel," my father said. "Deep down, you know what you want. You just have to allow yourself to go after it without your mind being clouded by what other people think or what society tells you."

        Sometimes, I had a hard time distinguishing between what I wanted and what I thought I was supposed to want.

        "It'll be okay," I told him. "Whether I'm in Australia or Shirley Heights, I'll be okay."

        "You will," he said. "That's why you can back out anytime."

        "I don't even have a job in Shirley Heights anymore."

        I couldn't give a two-weeks' notice at Italia Beauty, but I told Enrique as soon as I made the decision to return to Sydney.

        "Speaking of which," I said, "I put in a good word for you at Italia Beauty. My boss Enrique said you should send him your resume."

        My father's eyes widened. "I'm not like you, Gabriel. What do I know about art? I'm not even interested in it."

        "It's a job," I said. "It's better than dealing, and the pay is decent. You'll learn. Just fake it 'til you make it."

        That was the story of my life.

        "You think I'll get it?" he asked. "With my record and all?"

        "One way to find out," I said. "You being my father, and me knowing Enrique works in your favor."

        Enrique and I weren't friends anymore or "dating," but we were on good terms.

        "Wow." My father glanced to the side in thought. "This is great." He grinned at me. "Thank you, Gabriel."

        "Don't thank me yet," I said. "Apply and see what happens."

        He nodded, and we continued talking. We spent the rest of the day at Shirley Town Center, entering various shops, walking along the trail and enjoying the nice weather until it got dark.

        By the time I returned to the flat, it was 9:00pm. Gyan sat on the couch with his chess board in front of him.

        I caught a glimpse of him watching me. "You're home," he said. "You've been out a lot lately."

        I'd been spending my last couple days in Shirley Heights with Kenji, Angelica and today, my father. I didn't know when I was going to see them again in person. I just wished I had more time to arrange a visit to see Ma in Connecticut.

        I took a couple steps towards him. "You've been busy, too. Chess. Reading. Working out. Swimming. All your coping mechanisms." He looked away. "Makes sense. You've been going through a lot."

        I couldn't imagine the impact Alisha's suicide attempt was having on him and the rest of his family.

        "How's Alisha?"

        "She's in the psych ward," he answered. "Don't know how long she'll be there. Hopefully, once she gets out, our parents will continue her treatment." He rubbed his eyes with a groan. "We could have lost her." He glanced up at me. "I don't want to lose anyone. Not Alisha. Not my dad." He paused as we maintained eye contact. "Not you." I broke our stare. "But it doesn't matter what I want. I'm going to lose someone."

        "That's why you have ways to cope," I said. "It gets you through life."

        "None of it is working." He pushed the board to the side. "It doesn't matter what I do. I still feel like shit."

        We were silent for some time.

        "Maybe you need new coping skills," I suggested. "You can never have too many."

        His eyes shifted to me, staying there. "Maybe..." He stood up, holding my gaze. "Or maybe I just need closure."

        He moved closer, barely leaving space between us. "C-closure from what?" He placed a hand on my cheek, and against my better judgement I leaned into his touch. "Gyan—"

        He smashed his lips against mine, his hand sliding to grasp a fistful of my hair as he took my breath away with a hungry kiss. I reciprocated without thinking, savoring the softness of his lips.

        Then my eyes expanded, and I pulled away. "We can't do this."

        He cradled my face in his hands, his face only an inch from mine. "Yes, we can."

        "Gyan, please."

        "One night," he said, searching my eyes with his. "I just want one more night with you."

        I grabbed his wrists while his thumbs caressed my cheek. "We shouldn't."

        "One night." His lips moved to my neck as his hands came down to hold onto my waist and back. "That's all I ask," he mumbled against my skin. I closed my eyes as I held onto him. He was already working on unbuttoning my shirt. "I want to make love to you one more time." His lips barely grazed my skin, but I could feel the warmness of his breath, sending tingles down my spine. "I want to feel you." His hands ran along my abdomen after he discarded of my shirt. They were firm as he nibbled on my earlobe. I released a soft moan. "I want to hear you," he whispered in my ear. Then he pulled back to look into my eyes. "I want you."

        Shit.

        I was screwed.

        That was all I needed to grab onto his hair and bring his lips to mine. He responded immediately, clutching me to his body, as if wanting to mold us into one. He nibbled on my bottom lip, meeting my tongue with his soon after. I found the hem of his shirt, and I pulled it up with the ascend of my hands. The second our bare chests touched, I gasped for air, but his lips claimed mine once more.

        "One night," I let out, out of breath as he peppered kisses on my face. "That's it."

        He grabbed my hand and began to walk backwards. "Let's go to my room."

        He led the way down the hall before pulling me to him, bringing our lips together once more while we hurried to his room.

        What were we doing?

        I shouldn't have been giving in. I should have been resisting him. But I couldn't. Not tonight. More reasons why I had to leave. I wasn't strong enough to stay away from Gyan while I was in Shirley Heights.

        The minute we made it to Gyan's room, we clumsily removed our jeans due to how fast we were moving. Our lips kept returning to each other while we got rid of our clothes, not being able to get enough of each other.

        When we were in just our boxers, Gyan led me backwards to the bed, laying me down with him above me. He ran a hand through my hair as he kissed along my collarbone and shoulder. "I don't want to think about my dad." He kissed along my jaw before turning my head so he could kiss me, his lips lingering on mine. "I don't want to think about Anushka and the wedding." He watched the pad of his thumb running along my bottom lip. "I don't want to think about our breakup or you leaving." His eyes traveled up to mine. "I just want to think about you. Us. This moment." He nuzzled his face into my neck, inhaling deeply. "Just think about me. Nothing else."

        His hand moved down my side to push my boxers lower. Then his kisses moved down my abdomen while he ran his hands along my body. His hands moved in the opposite direction as his lips, moving up to rub my chest while he kissed down my navel. I lifted my hips the instant he grabbed a hold of my boxers, and he threw them to the side.

        "I wanna see you," Gyan said. He came up to turn on the lamp beside the bed, illuminating the room in a dim light. I touched his face, being reminded of how handsome he was. "I wanna remember every detail."

        I did, too. The firmness beneath his skin. His stubble. The hairs on his body I could run my fingers through. His bronze skin and rich brown eyes. I wanted to remember all of it.

        Our lips grazed each other, wanting to stay as close as our bodies. "Just for tonight," I said as he grabbed a hold of my leg to wrap it around him. "I'll forget everything else."

        My hand moved to push his boxers down as he continued to kiss me, and he got the hint to rid himself of them. The second our naked bodies touched, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, wanting to be as close as possible. Our chests pressed together while our cocks brushed against each other. When he pulled away to sit up on his knees, I missed his warmth. He bent over to kiss along my arm, moving up to pay special attention to each of my individual fingers. He held my gaze as he took my finger into his mouth, sucking on each digit before planting a kiss on my palm.

        Then his focus moved to my legs as he kissed along the inside of my thighs. My breath hitched as he inched closer to my crotch, giving attention to everywhere around it. He lifted my leg up, so I could bend my knees and plant my feet on the bed with him between my legs. His hands followed the path of his kisses, massaging the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

        I felt the warmth of his breath near my balls, but he bypassed the area to continue focusing on everywhere but my crotch.

        "Gyan, please." My hand went into his hair, holding onto him without directing his actions.

        "Tell me what you want." He peered up at me as the tip of his fingers barely touched my balls.

         I groaned. "Your mouth. I want your mouth."

         His lips were on mine, gently exploring my mouth as his hands pried my legs open some more.

        I pulled away enough to speak without losing proximity. "Not like that. On my cöck. I want to be in your mouth." He smirked. That was all the warning I got before he moved down to be eye level with my còck, and he took me into his mouth. "Fùck," I muttered as he moved his hands along my thighs, inward towards my côck. He grabbed a hold of it, moving his hand along me in a firm grip. His hand and mouth worked together, moving in sync along my shaft as I writhed beneath him.

        He allowed his spit to freely coat my member, slickening his hand in the process. Our eyes met as he bobbed his head, slowly but purposely. I brushed his hair out of his face, and he closed his eyes briefly, with me filling his mouth. He sucked as he came up my length, his hand right behind his mouth, leaving a feeling of constant stimulation. He repeated his motions. Up and down. Sucking and twisting his wrist at the tip of my cóck. I moaned, grabbing a hold of the bed sheets as I allowed myself to be lost in the pleasure.

        When I let go of his head, he laced his free hand with mine, our hands resting on my stomach while his eyes moved down to concentrate on his ministrations. Gyan pulled me out of his mouth to run his tongue along the length of my cõck. He swirled his tongue around my head before taking it into his mouth while he jacked me off. I squeezed his hand with a moan as he alternated between jacking me off and fondling my balls. His hand moving from firm to gentle depending on his actions.

        I jerked when his finger caressed my taint, taunting the area with his probing. The more pressure he applied, the better it felt. His fingers rubbing the area intensified the feeling in my crotch. His finger would occasionally tease my rosebud, but he never went in, choosing to circle the area before returning to my taint.

        "Does that feel good?"

        I moaned as I was back in his mouth, his head bobbing fast and traveling along the length of my cock now that his hand focused on my balls and opening. "Yes," I said with a pant. "Keep going."

        The more time passed, the more I felt the tightening between my legs. I released his hand to grab a hold of his head with both hands, allowing them to move with the motion of his bobbing. Our eyes locked once more, and I cupped his cheek in my hand as his mouth moved up my length. I popped out of his mouth before he grabbed a hold of me to plant various kisses along my shaft.

        "I'm not stopping until I make you cùm," he said with his mouth on me.

        I pulled him up, so he could hover over me. "I want you to come inside me."

         His eyes darkened, and his lips were back on mine. He groped my ass, massaging the area while my hands moved down his back before coming up, raking my fingers along his skin. He hissed, and he pulled my hair back to make me look at him.

        "I need to have you."

        "Have me," I said, and he reached over into the dresser to take out the lube. He pulled me up and turned me over on all fours, grabbing a hold of my hips. "No." I turned around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I want to see you." He pulled me flush to him. "I want to touch you." I played with the hairs at the nape of his neck while making circles on his chest. "I want to be reminded that it's you."

        I wanted some intimacy.

        We laid back on the bed, and Gyan moved behind me, wrapping his arms around me while our heads turned to each other. I brought my lips to his, and it was a gentle kiss. Mostly lips as we relished in the feel of each other. He rubbed my chest and abdomen as his pressed into my back, and I grabbed a handful of his hair, keeping him in place so his lips wouldn't leave mine. His knee nudged my legs apart, and that was when he pulled away to my disappointment.

        "I don't want to hurt you." He smeared the lube along my opening before pouring some on himself. He stroked his côck, spreading the liquid along his shaft. "I just want to make you feel good."

        He pressed against me again, and he gave my cóck a couple strokes, transferring some of the lube onto me. I lifted my leg as he brought his cóck to my entrance, teasing me with the head. "Put it in," I said.

        He eased himself in, slowly as he filled me up. I reminded myself to breathe as I felt him bottom out. He kept himself there, beginning to grind against me, allowing me to feel the fullness of him. I looked back to hold eye contact with him as he grabbed a hold of my leg, keeping them parted. He pulled out, just as slowly, before slamming back into me.

        "Shit!" I threw my head back against his shoulder as he started his thrusts. They were slow but hard, his body pressing into me as his còck moved inside of me.

        He kissed behind my ear. "Touch yourself."

        I grabbed a hold of myself, moving easily along my shaft due to the lube and the remnants of his spit. Gyan's motions inside of me made the feeling that more intense in my crotch. I moaned at the sensation between my legs as Gyan kissed my shoulder. It was as if he was savoring the moment. Not moving to come but to feel me.

Sweat matted my hair to my forehead and gathered on my and Gyan's skin. We stuck together as the heat of our love making surrounded us. He panted in my ear as his grip tightened around my leg, and he groaned as he gave a particularly hard thrust. They were shallow due to the position, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I just wanted him near.

His skin. His touch and lips. His côck. I wanted everything.

I held his gaze, getting lost in those brown eyes as they filled with pleasure. I focused on the tip of my cōck, increasing my pumping as my breathing came out heavier. I still hadn't fully recovered from the blowjob he gave me earlier, so the tightening persisted.

        "Gyan." He increased his pace, not just thrusting in and out but moving in a grind. It became harder for him to pull out as I clamped around him, wanting to hold onto him. "I'm gonna come."

        "Come," he said with clenched teeth before groaning. "Fùck."

        The only thing that mattered at that moment was the sensation flowing through me. The man beside me, and everything happening now. I focused on Gyan panting behind me. The hairs on his chest tickling my back. The up and down motion of my hand. The push and pull of Gyan moving inside of me. It was harder to breathe as my body tensed up while the pleasure built up.

        "Stop." He froze at my request, and I pulled away, making him slip out. I climbed on top of him, allowing him to lay back. "I don't want to come yet." He sucked on my ear, and I closed my eyes. "I want you to be close, too."

        "Kiss me." His hand was on my neck as he brought my face closer to his. "I just want you to kiss me."

        And that was what I did. We kissed with my hand moving down to give him a couple pumps, wanting to keep the stimulation going to get him closer to the edge. He moaned into my mouth, and I never parted from his lips. My hand moved faster as our kiss built up. The aggression of his lips matched the intensity of my strokes.

His grip tightened around my neck as his sounds increased, and it made the blood pump faster into my crotch. I massaged his scalp with my other hand, contrasting my vigorous strokes with the gentle motions of my fingers in his hair. I didn't know how long we stayed there, kissing as I held him in my hand, wanting to ease the cùm out of him.

        "Gabriel," he mumbled against my lips, and I opened my eyes to catch him staring at me. "I want to be inside of you."

        That was all the encouragement I needed to straddle him with my hands on his chest. He grabbed a hold of my hips to steady me while I reached back for his côck. Gyan grabbed the lube and applied more to himself and my opening before tossing it to the side. Our eyes remained locked on each other as I eased myself onto him. I threw my head back with a moan as that familiar, full feeling returned. He was even harder than before.

I pulled myself up before slamming my hips down, and we both groaned. That was the start of me rocking against him, gyrating my hips as I rode him. We never broke eye contact as we watched each other. My lips parted as I panted, and his fingers dug into my hips.

        As his body began to tense up beneath me, I moved my hips faster, noticing him throbbing inside of me. His hands moved from my hips to wander my back before grabbing a hold of my ass, aiding my movements. He lifted me up before slamming me down onto him, and he grunted when my hips met his before repeating his actions. I grabbed a hold of myself to fist my còck, and I didn't miss the slight tremor in Gyan's body as his hips started to thrust up in inside of me, chasing his release.

        "I'm gonna..." He released a deep groan, and then his body locked up. "Fùck! Gabriel!"

        Thick ropes of cum shot inside of me as Gyan growled, throwing his head back. The tremors increased as his orgasm rocked through him while my hips never stopped, amplifying his release. I rode him as the pleasure coursed through his body, and the look of ecstasy on his face got me that much closer to my own release.

        His hold on me only loosened when the pulsing in his côck decreased, and he relaxed into the bed, catching his breath.

        Before I could react, Gyan flipped us over, and his mouth swallowed me whole. "Gyan," I moaned as he pumped my cóck while his mouth focused on the tip. His motions were urgent as he fought to get me over the edge with his tongue, mouth and hand. The suction of his mouth only made my balls pull in towards my body as the cum traveled up my còck and erupted into Gyan's mouth.

        "Gyan!" I screamed out as the sensation of my climax started in my crotch and spread throughout my entire body. My back came off the bed as the pleasure crashed over me in waves and came out in the form of my cum. Gyan took it all, accepting me into his mouth as he continued to bob, prolonging my release with his actions.

        I shuddered as the last of my orgasm flowed through me, and Gyan came up to kiss me. I could taste myself in his mouth, but that thought only increased my waning arousal.

        "That was incredible," he said after a few minutes of kissing, and I smiled with a nod. His expression became serious. "God, you're amazing."

        He buried his face into my neck, keeping our bodies pressed together. He relaxed into me, allowing me to play with his hair as we laid there. Our breathing evened out as our bodies cooled down, and the high remained for some time.

The thrill of our relationship and all the good times. The intimacy and passion. The love and history. All the feel-good emotions rushed through me.

        Until it started to wear off.

        What did I just do?

        Gyan held me tighter when I tensed up. The more I wiggled underneath him, the stronger his hold was. "Gyan."

        "Hmm?"

        I pushed him back, so he could look at me. "I have to go to bed."

        My flight was in the evening, but I still needed to rest.

        I freed myself from him to move to sit at the edge of the bed. He sat up, continuing to watch me. "Spend the night." I peeked back at him, and he smiled. "Might as well."

        I shook my head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

       He frowned. "Why not?" I sent him a look. "After what we just did, I don't know what the big deal is."

        I stood up, facing him. "That's exactly why we probably shouldn't have done what we just did."

        This wasn't just sex for him. For either one of us.

        I moved around the room to gather my pants and shoes. Gyan got off the bed to approach me while I put on my jeans. "Don't do that," he said with a hand on my arm. "Don't act like what happened was a mistake."

        "Maybe it was." I didn't miss the hurt on his face. "What good could possibly come from us sleeping together? Especially when we're broken up, and I leave in less than 24 hours." His jaw clenched as a scowl formed on his face. I brushed my hair back. "This just makes everything ten times harder."

It didn't matter how good this felt, our situation didn't change. Gyan was still engaged to someone else. I was still leaving for Australia.

        "If it's this hard, why are you doing this, Gabriel?" he asked. "Why are you doing this to yourself? To me." He stopped for a couple seconds. "To us."

        I didn't have time for this.

        "Goodnight, Gyan."

        I turned to walk away, not looking back at him. I grabbed my shirt from the living room, putting it on but leaving it unbuttoned. As I walked in the hallway, Gyan shouted, "Gabriel!"

        I stopped and glanced back at him. He was still naked, standing in his doorway. When he got my attention, he walked over to me, only stopping to grab my face in his hands and planting a deep kiss on my lips. I shouldn't have, but I reciprocated it, moving in sync with him as I got lost in his kiss and touch.

        I was going to regret this later, but for tonight, it felt so right.

        When he pulled away, he kept his eyes closed and his lips near mine. "It's not enough," he muttered before opening his eyes to meet mine. "I asked for one night, but I want so many more nights with you, Gabriel."

        All we could do was stare at each other. We were in too deep, and this had gone far enough. The moment was over. It was time to go back to reality.

        "I have to go."

        I got out of his grasp, turning to walk away. He let me, not saying anything or following me.

        When I entered my room, I closed the door and pressed my back against it, finally releasing a deep breath. I couldn't believe that just happened. I couldn't believe this was it, and I was leaving tomorrow. I took in the almost empty room, reminding me of what I already knew.

        One night couldn't change the reality of my and Gyan's doomed relationship.

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* What do you guys think about this scene? Gyan and Gabriel hooking up?

* It's been a while since I've written a sex scene for this story, but like every scene, it has to serve a purpose. I don't write sex for the sake of writing sex. I like this chapter, hope you did, too. 😊