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My Heart to Cherish

 


















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๐…๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฃ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐“๐‹๐„๐“๐Ž๐„ ๐Š๐ˆ๐’๐’๐„๐’, ๐š ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐  ๐š๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐š๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ.


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My Heart to Cherish


 


Maiken

 





I was about to text Mom to let her know we were about to leave Boston when Quinn walked out of her building. I almost dropped my phone. My jaw certainly fell to my lap.

The love of my life and the one person who did lustful things to my groin wore nothing but a tank top, sleep shorts, and UGG boots. Not that I was complaining, because she looked like a damn goddess, all long legs and curves. In the few months since we started our first semester of college, sheโ€™d filled out more, and if it was even possible, she was more beautiful than ever.

Snap out of it, man. Rescue your girl from the freezing temps. It was a balmy twenty degrees Fahrenheit.

She waved at me, seemingly okay with the snow piling up on her butterscotch hair as she glided toward me as though the sun was shining in the heat of a hot summer.

I jumped out of my truck, and my phone crashed to the pavement. Several swear words went off in my head as I picked it up before meeting Quinn on the sidewalk.

I scanned the area to shake off the cobwebsโ€”or rather the R-rated images popping up left and right of us naked together.

I pulled her to me the minute I was close to her. โ€œWhat are you doing? Itโ€™s Antarctica out here.โ€

She giggled, snuggling into me. โ€œIโ€™m fine.โ€

I swiped a hand over her hair to clear the snow, but it was useless. โ€œWe need to get moving.โ€

โ€œI know, but my phone just died, so I have it on the charger. Weโ€™ll be another fifteen minutes. Come up.โ€

I took off my jacket and wrapped it around my girl. โ€œDid Ariel find her phone?โ€

โ€œYeah, it was in the bathroom under a pile of dirty clothes. But weโ€™re not done packing, and Arielโ€™s flight just got canceled. Sheโ€™s on the phone with her dad. She might be coming home with us.โ€

I didnโ€™t care. I liked Ariel, and she would fit right in with my siblings and Quinnโ€™s family. โ€œTraffic leaving the city is going to be madness.โ€ We had a two-hour drive home, and that was on a sunny day.

She flattened her hands on my chest before standing on her toes and giving me a tender kiss on the lips. โ€œWeโ€™ll make it home. The plows will be out clearing the roads. And donโ€™t even think weโ€™re not leaving today. I have a few things I have to do before our big holiday party tomorrow night.โ€

โ€œHomeโ€ and โ€œplowsโ€ were all I heard as my body flared to life and heat shot to my groin. The last time Quinn and I had been together, as in not coming up for air, was over two weeks ago.

Damn basketball schedule.

She, too, had been super busy, not only with finals but with her job at a clothing store off campus. The holiday shopping season meant sheโ€™d committed to working until the very last minute.

I grabbed her hand. โ€œLetโ€™s hurry, then.โ€

We jogged back to the dorm, and once inside, we both shook off the snow like dogs shaking water off their fur.

Quinn shivered. โ€œI lied. I was about to turn into an ice sculpture.โ€

I laughed. โ€œThe best way to get warm is me wrapped around you.โ€

Sashaying, she closed the short distance between us. โ€œWe could have a quickie. The dorm is empty except for a few of us who are still packing.โ€

An instant boner pushed against my jeans as I swept my gaze up and down her delicious body.

She bit a nail and batted her long lashes. โ€œThereโ€™s a supply closet down the hall.โ€ Her hand danced south until she grabbed onto my belt buckle.

I nuzzled her neck. โ€œPack, Quinn. Snow outside.โ€ The words were clipped, and I sounded like I could barely speak. I couldnโ€™t, actually. The girl was driving me insane.

She snorted before clutching my rock-hard erection. โ€œYou sure?โ€

No. โ€œYes.โ€

โ€œYes, you want a quickie.โ€

โ€œYes. No.โ€ It was impossible to keep a clear head when she wanted sex. I would have liked to say I had the willpower to abstain, but who was I kidding? I was eighteen and hornier than a dog in heat, but if we wanted to get home that night, we couldnโ€™t drag our feet.

She pressed her body into mine, pouting as she continued to hold my groin hostage. โ€œHe says otherwise.โ€

I glanced through the glass door. โ€œAnd that snow says to get moving.โ€

She huffed. โ€œFine.โ€ She headed toward the stairs.

I caught her wrist. โ€œHey. I will ravish every part of your body when we get home.โ€

โ€œI know.โ€ She sounded like she was about to cry.

โ€œWhatโ€™s happening?โ€ Suddenly, I was getting a bad vibe, as if Iโ€™d torn her heart out of her chest. Surely, she knew a blizzard barreling down on New England could land us on the side of the road for hours until we could get help.

She shrugged out of my hold.

My eyebrows drew down at the sudden coldness that jumped off her. โ€œQuinn?โ€

Her amber eyes clouded with tears as she gnawed on her lip.

โ€œBaby, whatโ€™s wrong?โ€

She shuddered. โ€œI havenโ€™t seen you in forever, andโ€”โ€

I captured her face in my hands. โ€œDonโ€™t ever think I donโ€™t want you. Ever. You own my heart.โ€ I took her hand and placed it on my chest. โ€œFeel that.โ€ My heartbeat was out of control. It always was when I was with her or thought of her.

Her shoulders sagged. โ€œSometimes, I feel like weโ€™re growing apart.โ€

โ€œNever,โ€ I said as sure as the fucking snow was piling up outside the building. โ€œWhen we get home, weโ€™ll spend every minute together. We just need to get on the road.โ€ That last sentence came out a little harsher than Iโ€™d intended.

She smiled, albeit weakly. โ€œI know.โ€ She didnโ€™t sound convinced of either the seriousness of leaving or anything Iโ€™d just said.

So I made myself a promise that for the next week. I would shower Quinn with love and kisses and everything and anything she wanted.

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I’m Susan Alexander, and you’ll find my books under S.B. Alexander. A little about me. I’ve been writing since 2012 and started with writing all about vampires. After the second vampire book, I began to branch out in New Adult Romance. I love to read mostly all genres, and I’m always game to try something new. So I tested my hand at writing romantic suspense and just loved it. So you’ll find I write in several different sub-genres of romance.


In between writing, I spend time with my soul mate of 20 years who got a bad deal in life. Three years ago he was diagnosed with ALS. It’s a horrible disease, but we both have been making the best of life, laughing, smiling, and doing what we can together.


But writing is a great outlet for me to take my mind to another place. Plus, I have a great network of family, friends, fans, and so much more. I truly have an angel on my shoulder. My mantra is make the best of life because it’s too darn short.

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