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call so they give him a chance.” I throw my hands up. “But if you don’t want to help me, it’s fine. Because I will figure out another way to make it happen.”
Stone’s dreams are my dreams and come hell or high water, he’s getting into that program.
“Wow,” my dad whispers.
I glare at him. “Wow, what?”
He sits there—staring at me—for what feels like an eternity before he finally speaks. “You remind me so much of your mother right now. She was always so passionate about the things—the people—she believed in.”
My muscles lock up and my heart seizes. “Oh.”
Scrubbing a hand down his face, he leans back in his chair. “This young man is really important to you, huh?”
I look him right in the eyes. “I wouldn’t be here asking for your help if he wasn’t.”
A long-defeated sigh escapes him. “I’ll make a few phone calls tomorrow.”
Chapter 34
I can barely contain the excitement coursing through me when Stone opens the door to his apartment.
He doesn’t know it yet, but my dad was able to get him into the pre-med program.
They’ll be sending out his acceptance letter this afternoon, but I wanted to be the first person to tell him.
He perks up a bit when he sees me. “Hey—”
“I have to tell you something, but I need you to promise me you won’t get upset,” I blurt out.
I know how Stone is and I don’t want him to get upset that my family pulled some strings. I want him to be happy, because strings or no strings, he’s earned this.
He raises an eyebrow. “Okay.” He gestures for me to follow him into his bedroom. “Not gonna lie, though. You’re kind of scaring me.”
“Don’t be scared,” I tell him, closing the door behind us. “It’s a good thing.” I grin so hard it hurts. “A really good thing.”
“Well, if that’s the case can you spit it out already, Bourne? The suspense is killing me.”
Right.
“Well, the other night I talked to my dad and told him that you were waitlisted and how it wasn’t fair…and he agreed.”
It’s not quite the truth, but close enough.
The air in my lungs grows thin as I gather the courage to tell him the most important part. “He ended up making a few phone calls and… you’re officially enrolled in the pre-med program at Duke’s Heart.”
I brace myself for him to start yelling, but he doesn’t.
In fact, it’s a good thing he’s sitting on his bed now because he looks like he’s about to pass out.
“Holy shit,” he says after a minute. “Are you serious?”
I nod. I nod so hard I’m surprised my head doesn’t fall off. “Yes. They’re mailing out your acceptance letter today and everything. I just wanted to be the first person to tell you because I know how much this means to you.”
Rushing toward me, he hoists me off the ground so fast I squeal.
“Thank you.” He peppers kisses along my cheeks, my lips, my forehead. “Holy fucking shit. I can’t believe I’m in.”
Whatever anxiety I was harboring about Stone being mad dissipates as I wrap my legs around his waist. “I love you.”
Walking us toward the bed, he sits us down. “I love you.”
There’s so much joy on his face, my heart takes flight. “You deserve this, Stone.”
He kisses me slow and deep, like I’m the most precious thing in the world. “You’re amazing, Bianca.”
“So are you.”
Desire shadows his eyes before he kisses me again, his tongue spearing mine.
My chest heaves, my nipples grazing his chest with each breath I draw in as he continues kissing me into oblivion.
Groaning, he shifts so he’s lying on top of me. I instinctively part my thighs and he situates himself between them.
Goosebumps break out along my flesh as he grinds against the spot that lights all my nerve endings on fire.
My fingers grip the hem of my shirt and I slip it over my head, needing fewer clothes and more skin between us.
Stone squeezes my breast with one hand, while his other goes to the zipper of my jeans. “Is this okay?”
I slide them down my hips before kicking them off. “More than okay.”
“Good.”
My panties follow suit a moment later.
“Jesus, Bourne.” His gaze darkens with lust as he stares down at my exposed sex. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
I tug on the elastic of his sweatpants and his dick springs out, hard and ready for me.
“Stone?”
His throat bobs on a swallow. “Yeah?”
I peer up at him. “I want you inside me.”
Stone’s been patient, never pushing me for anything