-LUCY-
There is a love so fierce it cannot be measured.
A heart so strong it will never slow.
There is a promise so sure it can never lie.
He promised me that love forever.
Even when it wasn’t enough.

-CAMERON-
Forever. Everlasting. Eternal.
There is no measure of time.
No sounds of the ticking of a clock.
Just the rising and falling of the sun.
And our own sense of forever.

But our forever isn’t always.

Getting out of my hold, she walks back to the bus. She sticks her head inside and looks around before turning to me. “The day you get your license…” She takes two steps to cover the distance between us. “You pick me up and take me somewhere secluded, and we make out in the back. For hours.”

My eyes go huge and I slowly nod. “That can be arranged.”

She smiles. “And I’m talking full on making out, Cameron. I mean, I want you shirtless and horizontal.” I try not to look down at my shorts; positive I’m sporting a semi. She continues, “And I want to be shirtless and you better be touching boob.”

I choke on air.

She giggles, and then crosses her arms over her breasts. “Deal?”

I think I agree, but I can’t be sure, because now all I can think about is boob. I place my hands on her waist and gently push her until she’s against the bus.

And then I kiss her.

Her hands go to my hair, tugging a little, and bringing me closer to her.

And we kiss.

When she finally loosens her hold, I pull back.

She kisses me once, and then sighs. “You really bought this bus, huh?”

I nod.

“So that you can help me out with my brothers?”

I nod again. “Of course, Luce, you’re my girl. It’s my job to take care of you.”

Her eyes glaze over with tears again.

I wanted to kick myself for making her cry. But before I can say anything, she wraps her arm around my neck and brings me down for another quick kiss. She pulls away and says, “I really like you, Cameron.”

I grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she says dreamily.

And then my heart begins to race.

My palms begin to sweat.

And all I can hear is the blood pumping in my ears.

“Good,” I respond, and then inhale a huge breath. “Because I’m kind of in love with you, Lucy.”

Her eyes bug out. Her jaw drops to the floor. “What?” she breathes out.

I lift my chin and fake a confidence that doesn’t exist. “You heard me.”

It’s the longest three seconds of my life.

Then finally, “Cameron, I love you so much.”

And then she kisses me.

Five weeks, three days and eight hours later, I touch boob.

Jay McLean is the author of the More Series, including More Than This, More Than Her, More Than Him and soon to be released, More Than Forever. She also has two standalones coming soon titled The Road, and Combative.

Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator. When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.

She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her feel.

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