Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I clap him on the shoulder. “Thanks. Don’t wait up.” I stride down the hall.
“Halloween was two months ago, bro,” some guy says.
“Aragorn!” A girl who reads Cammie’s fic high-fives me as she passes.
I knock on Cammie’s door.
She throws it open. Her eyebrows lift and her gaze travels over me on a slow sweep that heats as it reaches my face. “My Aragorn.”
“My Arwen.”
Cammie grabs the front of my shirt and drags me into her dorm room. The door falls closed behind me and she pushes me up against it, dragging my mouth to hers.
“Congratulations on finishing your first round of exams. Also, that new chapter was so hot, I figured we should try out some new stuff to keep things fresh,” I mumble around her tongue. “And I’m super proud of you for handing in that submission. I know they’ll be begging you to join the creative writing program next year.”
“Thanks. I was way too up in my head about it. And I’m so down for trying new things. I’ve been reading up on interesting positions, but we should probably put my mattress on the floor so neither of us risks an injury.”
Her tongue pushes past my lips again, her hands are in my hair, and her perfect body is pressed against mine.
I’ve definitely fallen for this girl. Hard and fast and out of control. When one of her hands slides down my chest, heading for the drawstring at my waist, I cup her face in my palms and pull back. “Wait.”
Her hand freezes on my abs.
“I need to tell you something important.” I don’t want to freak her out, but I can’t keep these feelings to myself anymore.
“Is everything okay?”
“Great. Good. Awesome.” I stroke the edge of her jaw. “You’re so amazing. The best thing that’s happened to me this year.”
“You’re amazing, too. And so is this Aragorn costume. And this year has been full of a lot of new things for me, and a lot of firsts, and so many of those have been with you and I’m so grateful for that.” She settles her palms on my chest. “And you’re really fucking sexy as Aragorn.” She tries to pull my mouth back to hers again.
“Wait. I’m not done.”
She pulls back and bites her lip.
“I know we’ve only been together for a few months, but I have huge feelings for you. I’m in love with you. I love you.” I feel like my throat is closing up while I wait. And also like a case of hives might be in my future if her response is not the one I want. Maybe I should have waited until after the holidays to say this.
“You love me?”
I nod.
The sweetest, prettiest smile lights up her gorgeous face. “I love you, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I hug her and bury my face against her neck. “We love each other.”
She chuckles and kisses my collarbones.
I pull back and cup her face again. I can’t stop touching her. I want to stare at her beautiful face all day long. “Going home for the holidays is going to suck.”
“Yeah, but we have a few more days, so we can definitely make the most of them.” She runs her hands down my chest. “This is quite the costume.”
“There’s a store downtown that sells a lot of cosplay stuff. They have a whole wall dedicated to all things Lord of the Rings.” I lick my lips. “I maybe, might have bought you an Arwen costume in preparation for scene reenactments.”
“Legolas has been left out a lot lately,” she says softly.
“The last chapter was my favorite.”
Cammie smiles. “Mine, too.”
Aragorn and Arwen spent a night together in a cave with a hot spring on the way home from a mission. It was just the two of them.
She curves her palm around the back of my neck, and I dip down to capture her lips. We both sink into the kiss, lips parting, tongues pressing forward to tangle. I run my hands down her back and cup her ass. In one smooth motion, I lift her and carry her across the room to her bed. We never break the kiss as I adjust my hand and carefully move her laptop to her desk.
And then I lay her down on her bed. She pulls me on top of her and wraps her legs around my waist. My erection presses against her stomach and we both groan.
“I really love kissing you,” I murmur against her lips.
“I really love kissing you, too.” She runs her hands through my hair.
“And that, I love it when you do that.”
“I love your hair,” she compliments. “Please don’t cut it over the break.”
“I won’t. I promise. I love everything about you.”
She pulls my mouth back to hers. We make out and grind against each other until we’re both breathless and I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin if I can’t touch and taste more of her. We must be on the same page, because she tugs my shirt free from my breeches—that’s what the guy at the cosplay shop called them—and runs her hands over my abs.