IM SO SORRRYYYYY

I know it took longer than I said it would, but it's here now!

I hope you enjoy it and get the closure you need. If not, feel free to tell me in the comments 😂

Love you, xoxo

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18+

I dig my nails into Tyler's back, holding on for dear life. My legs are spread open wide — as wide as they can be in the backseat of a car. My body shifts back and forth as he pumps in and out of me, filling me up to my core. I moan loudly, my climax rapidly approaching.

"Fuck," Tyler groans. "I'm gonna come."

"Wait," I breathe. "Lift up."

He does as I say, giving me just enough space to sneak my hand in between our bodies. I rub my clit quickly, applying just the right amount of pressure to reach my orgasm quickly.

"I can't hold it anymore," Tyler mumbles.

"Go," I say. "Go!"

He tries to continue his movements, but it's no use. He always gets so sloppy when he orgasms, and I don't blame him. I don't have any control over my body, either. I squeeze onto his skin, holding on as I reach my climax. My whole body tenses quickly overwhelmed with a wave of relief.

"Fuck, babe," Tyler pulls out of me.

"So good," I try to catch my breath. "I fucking love you."

"I love you too," he grins. He climbs off me, reaching into the front seat to grab the box of tissues. We keep it there for times like these. Let's just say... it's not uncommon for us to have quickies in the car.

Tyler cleans me up, gently wiping over my sensitive area. I shut my legs when he's done, pulling my dress back down to cover myself up. Tyler removes the condom from his dick, using some more tissues to wipe off the leftover sperm.

"I wish we could stay here," I say.

"Me too," he chuckles. "But it's your sister's wedding. It'll be fun."

"Promise you'll dance with me?" I sit up.

"Pinky promise," he nods. He links his pinky with mine, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

"Is my mascara still okay?" I ask. He glances over to me, eyeing my face. He rubs his thumb over my eyelid, removing some smudged makeup.

"Perfect," he smiles.

"Alright. Are you ready to go?"

"Yep," he quickly buttons up his jeans before pushing open the door. I told him not to wear jeans but he didn't have any neater pants. It's alright, though. He looks good. I at least managed to get him into a black button-up shirt. It would've been more formal if it was white, but I didn't push it. He didn't want to come to this wedding in the first place.

"Thanks for coming with me," I join our hands as we walk over the parking lot.

"No worries, babe," he pulls me closer. "I know it's important to you."

"It's just bad timing."

"No way, it's fine. We have plenty of time."

"I still haven't packed my makeup. I needed it today."

"I can help you. I already finished packing my stuff."

I turn to him, a giant smile on my face. He started packing as soon as he found out. He's so excited, I've never seen him like this. He's happy — genuinely happy.

We're a few months away from our one year anniversary. It's the middle of summer, but the heat is completely bearable. At least, it is for me. Tyler's been complaining about the sun all day. But on the plus side, he hasn't drunk any alcohol.

He's been getting better and better at staying sober. Part of it has to do with his father's absence. He hasn't seen him since that day in the gym, all those months ago. He's disappeared, and we have no idea where he is. Tyler likes it that way, though.

Phoebe hasn't seen him either. We've been spending a lot of time together. We've become pretty close, too. In fact, she's moving in with us when we get back from Australia.

We're moving out of our apartment with Lena and Owen, and into our own. We're resting a cozy little place between the gym and college, perfect for the both of us. I even got a part-time job as a library assistant to help pay for it.

Unfortunately, Tyler will not be walking at his graduation. He won't be attending the ceremony at all, but it's for a good reason.

He'll be competing at the Olympics.

That's where we're headed tomorrow. Phoebe and Owen will be joining us, too. Tyler's going to be training the whole time, but we're going to make the best of it. Phoebe, Owen and I will explore the city until Tyler is done. Of course, we're all hoping that he wins, but it doesn't matter. Whether he places first, second, or last, we're going to have a good time. And as soon as the competition is over, Tyler will join us in our adventures.

And then, of course, when we get back... I have to testify against Christian in court. It's not a big trial. He's not going to be sentenced to prison or anything, but my efforts weren't for nothing. The university now has policies in place to prevent things like this from happening again. They're monitoring fraternities better now, and the one Christian was in, no longer exists.

Hopefully, Christian will be charged with assault or harassment, and at least get some kind of house arrest or community service. I hope it goes on his permanent record, too.

People deserve to know how he treats women, especially his future girlfriends.

The process of filing the report and submitting all those claims to abuse from all those girls was intense. But a lot of people were on my side. My friends pulled me through. I have a good support system.

"We're so late," I comment, eying the crowd of people already taking their seats on the beach.

My sister wanted to keep her wedding reception simple. It had to be outside in the sun. It became beach-themed pretty quickly.

They've sectioned off a nice area on the sand, decorated with fairy lights and flowers. There's a buffet of seafood and an ice cream bar — which is where I'll be most of the night. It's only a small reception, so they didn't bother allocating seating.

"Hey, you're the one that wanted to fuck," Tyler teases.

"Shush," I laugh. It's true, though. It's been such a long day. The wedding ceremony didn't last look, but so much preparation went into it beforehand... I just needed to relieve some stress. Besides, Tyler is such a snack.

"Sarah! Over here!" my sister runs towards me, her bare feet digging into the sand with every step. I'll probably take my shoes off, too. It's a little weird doing that at a wedding, but oh well. Quinn doesn't care.

"Hey!" I smile at her. "I'm so sorry we're so late."

"I got a phone call from my trainer I couldn't miss," Tyler lies, covering for us.

"That's fine! I'm glad you're here now. Grab some food and eat! Fill up for your flight!" she instructs. She's so excited, but I don't blame her. She just married the love of her life.

"We're actually going to dance first," I give Tyler a teasing smirk.

"We are?" he raises his brows in disapproval.

"Yep," I nod. "You promised."

I drag him onto the dance floor, tugging him behind me. The music isn't very loud, but it's perfect for an event like this.

"There's sand in my shoes," he complains.

"Too bad," I laugh. I place my hands on his waist. He wraps his around my shoulders. Despite his protests, he pulls me close, gently copying my movements as I sway my hips along t the music.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he scowls, glancing down at me. My grin widens.

He's such a sweetheart.

"Because I love you," I tell him.

"Babe..." a small smile pulls at his lips. "I hope you know... our wedding is going to be much, much bigger than his."

My heart skips. I wanna hear more about this.

"Yeah?" I encourage.

"Definitely. I know this is creepy, but I think it should be at the graveyard your parents are buried so they can be there."

"That is creepy," I laugh. "But I like it. It's very you."

"Do you mind if we don't get married until my mum is out of prison?" he asks. "I know it's still a few years away, but I'd like her to be there, too."

"I don't mind at all," I grin. "That sounds perfect."