Thirty-Five

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Three long, tortuous days had passed, and Sam and I still hadn't talked about the whole situation. It wasn't like he had been ignoring me; he did say good morning and helped me out with our domestic chores, exchanging a few words. But he had refused to acknowledge the elephant in the room. I had tried to bring our unfinished conversation up, but he had always said he needed more time, or that it wasn't the right moment to talk.

We kept on sleeping in separate rooms for those days, and even if it had been for just a few nights, it had still broken my heart to feel him so distant, so far away from me. Especially if I had been the one to pave the way for his coldness towards me. Work, the exhibit and classes had served as a temporarily distraction from the hole in my heart, that had only seemed to grow with each passing hour we spent emotionally away from each other. But once I would come back to the apartment, the aching feeling deepened.

Before I knew it, it was Wednesday, the day we were supposed to have dinner with both of my parents. I had let Sam know about it the previous day, but hadn't been sure if he would actually come given our current situation. He had actually surprised me that morning, asking what time he should be ready, and I had tried to hide my excitement when I gave him my answer, feeling stupid for getting overjoyed by the mere thought of him meeting my dreadful parents.

Of course, they weren't aware of our fight, and I intended to keep it that way, not wanting to give them another reason to look down on me or make fun of my "pathetic" life. Even if they had seemed more open to rekindle their relationship with me that previous Saturday, I still felt doubtful when it came to my parents' motives. After years of being distant and disrespectful towards me, I found it hard to actually believe they indeed intended to fix things.

I walked into the apartment after my long shift at the coffee store that afternoon with a huff, having worked two extra hours as one of my colleagues had called in sick. Dropping my bag on our couch, I looked around, finding Lou curled on her fluffy bed in the corner, but most importantly, hearing the shower running, which indicated Sam was home.

We still had two hours before having to meet my parents at the restaurant, so I had plenty of time to shower later and take my time to get ready. But upon hearing the water running and his softs hums and singing, I couldn't help but hover over the bathroom's door. I wanted to talk to Sam before the dinner, at least to clear the air between us a bit even if it wouldn't solve all of our problems. I couldn't take his aloofness anymore, and each day that had passed with us not addressing the issue had only helped to hurt me more. It had taken months for Sam to finally open up to me when it came to the way he felt, but now, it seemed like we were going backwards, with him keeping everything to himself, and me struggling to figure out what was going on in his head.

Without thinking it much, I walked into my room and got rid of all of the clothes I had been wearing. Careful not to disturb his peace, I slowly opened the bathroom door, making the smallest of sounds to let him know I was there. His humming ceased immediately, but still no words fell from his lips on the other side of the drape. He hadn't explicitly told me to leave, so I took small, hesitant steps towards the bathtub, slightly moving away the plastic curtain with my hand to allow myself in.

Sam's naked body was giving its back to me, hiding his face, and thus any kind of reaction from me. Water ran down his smooth, tanned back, cascading down his long hair that was splayed over his shoulders. He was rinsing the soap off his arms, and only peeked over his shoulder for a second to acknowledge my presence, barely showing any emotions.

When he went back to rubbing the suds off his chest, I tentatively took step closer to him, placing both of my hands on his sides delicately. His body tensed under my touch and he stopped his actions, but the feeling of his soft, wet skin under my palms was too good to let it go. I let my forehead fall between his shoulder blades, enjoying the warm water falling down my head, and closed my eyes, breathing in deeply. I felt at home for the first time in days.

He didn't respond or turn to look at me, didn't touch me nor said a word, but I didn't care. Having him so close was overwhelming, and I wished I could stay in the intimacy of that moment forever, with his bare body pressed to mine. For a couple of minutes, everything felt right, our fight and all the troubles around us far away from our reality.

The feeling of his hands on mine almost made me jump, and he squeezed them before he pried them off his waist, letting them fall to our sides. But he still didn't let go of my fingers, making the little hope I had in my heart flutter. I deliberately lifted my head, running my nose up and down his spine very slowly, enjoying apple scent of his shampoo and the warmth radiating off his body. I only stopped when he squeezed my hands again, silently letting me know he wanted to leave. So I softly kissed his shoulder blade, releasing his hands afterwards, and watched him wordlessly step out of the shower.

I finished showering myself once he had left, and then retreated to my room to change into a summer wrap dress Brooke had got me, pairing it with some heels and the necklace Sam had made for me. The place was fancy, but it wasn't too formal to the extent of having to dress up more, so with a bit of make-up and the right purse, the look would do.

A gentle knock on my door startled me just as I was finishing applying my mascara, making me turn around to find my beautiful boyfriend leaning against the doorframe. He was wearing a patterned shirt, with his classic dark pants and a pair of velvety loafers. While I had had to blow dry my hair, his had dried beautifully on its own, and now cascaded down is face in an ethereal way.

-          Do I look okay? – he finally asked, pushing away from the doorframe to take an awkward step into my room.

It took me a moment to find my voice, as I was not only mesmerised by his looks, but by his mere presence in my bedroom, looking for my approval after days of being unapproachable.

-          Yes – I replied in a shy voice, biting my lip to hold back my smile – You look perfect.

-          Thanks – he chuckled, taking another hesitant step in – You look great, too.

-          Thank you – I blushed, turning around to put my make up away in its bag.

This time it was my body that tensed up, upon feeling his big hands landing on my shoulders. But it immediately relaxed when he slid them down my back before gently settling them on my waist. He pushed me closer to him, pressing me to his front, and slid his palms across my stomach, cautiously propping his chin on my shoulder.

I closed my eyes, and rested my temple against his while my fingers traced his forearms wrapped around my middle, dancing over his calloused hands and the soft cloth of his shirt.

-          I know you hated it, but I needed these few days on my own – he said in a low, raspy voice.

-          It's okay – I mumbled back, too lost in the feeling of him being this close, playing with his long fingers that had latched onto my sides in his tight hug.

He nuzzled his nose into my neck, but didn't utter any more words, simply enjoying having me in his arms. His thumbs started to rub circles on my ribs, holding me even closer to his body as he hummed in content.

I could feel my eyes watering up, but I didn't exactly know why. Maybe all the held back feelings from the previous days were finally coming out, or maybe him holding me was too overwhelming after what had happened, but it didn't matter, as my lower lip still started to quiver and I had to fight to prevent my whimpers.

-          Hey, hey, hey, baby, don't cry – Sam immediately spun me around when the first few tears fell down. He quickly cupped my wet cheeks, tilting my face up as his eyes searched for mine – Shh, look at me, babygirl. Look at me – he pressed his forehead to mine, wiping the tears off my face with his thumbs as our eyes met.

His stare locked with mine and trapped me, making me feel all sorts of things, but at the same time, calming me down. The power just his eyes held over me was out of this world, but I didn't mind it one bit, as it was all I needed.

-          Can you- Can you just hold me for a bit? – I managed to get out in a trembling voice, while his thumbs repeatedly caressed the apple of my cheeks.

-          Of course – he replied with a heart broken face, pulling me to his chest and pressing me to him firmly – Of course, baby. I'm sorry.

I buried my face into his neck, with his arms tightly wrapped around my body, and let my hands slide under his shirt to hug his bare waist tightly. It took me some minutes to stop crying, and when I did, I still didn't want to let go. But he eventually slid his palms to the small of my back and leaned away to look at me.

-          We'll talk later, I promise – he said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear tenderly – But we'll be late if we don't leave now.

I nodded in response, because he was right, and didn't even attempt to joke about him being early, dropping my arms from his body and turning to fix my reddened face in the mirror. He left to make sure Lou had food and water as I finished gathering my things, and we were soon in his car, driving to The Garden, where we were supposed to meet my parents.

-          Are you nervous? – I dared to ask some minutes into the ride, turning my face to look at him. Even though he had met both of my parents before, it had been a brief introduction, and I knew this would be the real deal.

-          Not as much as I should be – he chuckled, eyeing me with a fond smile before focusing back on the road – I've already got an idea of what they think of me based on our short encounters, so I guess I know what I'm facing up to – he added with a shrug. It broke my heart that he had accepted my parents didn't particularly like him, and in that moment, I wished more than ever that things were different.

-          I am – I replied, resting my head against the window to stare at the passing headlights – Nervous, I mean. Honestly, I don't know what to expect.

-          Everything will be alright – he reassured me with another smile, extending his hand to give a gentle squeeze to my thigh.

I expected him to remove it afterwards, but he left it on my leg for the rest of the ride, soothing me further. We managed to park somewhere near the restaurant, and walked side by side to its entrance in a comfortable silence.

I already knew my parents would be there before us, as they had always rejoiced in the feeling of showing up earlier than their guests, but I hadn't expected them to be already sitting at the table when there were still five more minutes till the time we had agreed to meet. Sam was the first to spot them in a table near one of the windows, and placing his hand on the small of back, guided me there.

Both my mother and father stood up when we neared the table, looking far more dressed up than the place justified. I didn't miss their judgemental eyes as they scanned Sam up and down, but they kept their words to themselves, at least momentarily, preventing my irritation from rising even further.

-          Guinevere – my mother said, taking a step towards me and giving me the most awkward hug I had ever received in my life. It was short, but still stiff, and I was thankful my father limited himself to just pay my shoulder a squeeze.

-          What was your name, again? – my father asked Sam, making me internally cringe. I really didn't know if they hadn't cared enough to remember his name, or if they were purposefully omitting it.

-          Sam. Samuel, actually, Samuel Kiszka – he replied, taking the hand my father had extended and confidently shaking it – Thanks for the invitation, sir.

-          Shall we take a seat? – my father simply replied while Sam let go of his hand to politely shake my mother's. I hadn't expected him to say something too nice or to make him feel more welcome, but I had at least hoped he would say something else instead of blatantly ignoring him.

My mother kept on indiscreetly inspecting Sam, not managing to hide the slight distaste on her face, while my dad simply looked around the restaurant, making things even more uncomfortable. Sam had sat down next to me, both of us facing my parents, and I was thankful for it when he reached for my hand under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

A few forced words were exchanged before the waiter arrived to take our orders, and it was after that that the real talk began.

-          So, Samuel, what do you study? – my mother began, elegantly placing the folded silk napkin on her lap. The question and her tone brushed me the wrong way, because she was immediately assuming Sam was going to college when he could perfectly just work. But I kept it to myself, knowing that maybe I was just overthinking things.

-          Astrophysics – he replied after taking a long sip of the water we had been brought. I could see my father rising an eyebrow in surprise, and the mixture of shock and disbelief in my mother's face that vanished after a second – Still another year to go.

-          Oh, so you are a year younger than Guinevere? – she replied, darting her eyes from me to him quizzically.

-          Yes – I answered, lacing my fingers with Sam's under the table, not even bothering to tell her it was actually seven months.

-          I see... - she limited herself to say, taking a sip from her own glass.

-          What do you do for a living? – my father then asked, resting his arm on the back of my mother's chair. She immediately tensed up, but then forced her body to relax, looking around the restaurant while fixing her hair as if my father's affectionate manners had been natural. They were regulars at the restaurant, so I figured people they knew were probably sitting around if they had to keep their perfect family image.

-          Well, I give piano lessons to Mr. and Mrs. Winters' kids – Sam started, playing with the foot of his glass – And I have a band too.

If my mother had eyed him sceptically previously, now she was showing sheer disapproval, no matter how hard she tried to tame her features. My father didn't say anything, just kept on looking at Sam blankly without uttering a word.

-          A band? – he finally asked after a while, in which I had felt like burying myself six feet underground and never coming up again.

-          A rock band – Sam clarified, clearly sensing my parent's depreciation, but not letting it affect him in the slightest – I play the bass and keys. We've been playing around for a while.

-          They've signed with a label a few weeks ago, actually – I commented, squeezing his hand as I tried my best to shoot him a reassuring smile, which he returned.

-          Alright – was all my father said some seconds later, which was better than all his possible answers that had popped up in my head.

Our food arrived before anyone could say anything else, and we all silently dived into it. My mother had ordered oysters with some weird looking salad, while my dad had his favourite steak, which supposedly paired perfectly with the wine we were drinking. Luckily, they didn't comment on Sam being vegetarian, because it would have been the last thing I needed.

-          What about you, Guinevere, are you still working at that cheap coffee store? – my mother asked after a while, wiping her fingers with her napkin.

-          Yes – I sighed, channelling my inner zen so that I didn't lash out on her while taking another spoonful of my pumpkin soup.

-          But didn't Brooke move out of your apartment? You can't possibly afford living there with just that excuse of a salary they must pay you – she went on, bringing her glass of wine to her lips.

-          I still give lessons to Elizabeth's kids – I replied, referring to Mrs. Winters. But then I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what would come next – And I don't exactly live on my own, I live with Sam. So, I'm not paying the full rent.

My father stopped cutting his steak and lifted his head to look at me, while my mother remained frozen on her spot. I knew they wouldn't particularly like the thought of me living with my boyfriend, but I really couldn't care less about their opinion on that. While I would have had my own doubts in any other relationship, with Sam things had happened naturally, and it felt right. After almost eleven months sharing the apartment, I couldn't picture myself living with anyone else.

Sam kept on eating, not knowing what else to do with himself, while I took a sip of my wine, waiting for them to say something.

-          How long have you two been dating for? – my father chose to ask, focusing his gaze back on his food, making it impossible for me to read his expression.

-          A couple months – I admitted, dropping my spoon to nervously play with my fingers on my lap – But it all happened months after he moved in.

-          I was looking for an apartment just when Brooke moved out last year, and a mutual friend introduced us – Sam explained, taking another sip of his water – The dating part is rather recent – he added with a side smile, avoiding the fact that we had fucked two months into living together, and everything that had followed after that.

-          Guess you failed to tell us about it – was all my father said to me, still focused on his food. I couldn't determine if he was mad or not, as he kept his tone neutral.

-          Your brother didn't mention anything either – my mother commented, going back to her dish as well – And he's told us he's met Samuel.

Some silent seconds passed as we all busied ourselves with our plates, the awkward atmosphere around us seeming impossible to dissolve.

-          I... I just don't want grandkids yet – she added after some minutes, making Sam choke on his food and my cheeks grow incredibly warm – You are too young for that, anyways. Wouldn't look good.

-          Don't worry – was all I managed to reply, while my boyfriend cleared his throat and downed the remaining water in his glass.

I was pleasantly surprised though, in spite of that last comment, as I had expected them to tell me how irresponsible it was of me to live with someone I had dated for a few months, or to say they didn't approve of it. Technically, it had all turned out better than I had originally thought it would. They still couldn't keep their disapproving facial expressions to themselves, and it still annoyed me, but they hadn't said anything too out of the line yet.

Even more surprisingly, some of the awkwardness seemed to die down after that, as we carried on with our dinner talking like things hadn't been tense between us for the previous years. I could tell my parents were making an effort to make it work, being verbally less judgemental and keeping some of their unfiltered thoughts to themselves. I was trying my best too, but it was actually Sam and his charming ways that were making things flow so easily between us four. He was like fresh air in the stale world my relationship with my parents was, and it seemed that after they had realised I was rather serious about him, they were making an effort to be less disregarding towards him. I had feared this dinner would be a disaster, because I knew they would never totally approve of him, nor my non-posh lifestyle, but it finally felt like thing were slowly starting to work out.

We were walking out of the restaurant, with my father and Sam a couple feet away from us talking about golf, a topic they both enjoyed and had bonded over our meal, when my mother softly took my arm and looped it through hers. I looked at her curiously, startled by her behaviour, and even if she didn't turn to look at me, she smiled, something I hadn't seen in years.

-          In spite of the hair and... the clothes, he's not that bad – she said out of the blue, looking ahead at two of the three men I loved the most in my life in spite of everything, keeping the shy smile on her face.

-          I know – I mumbled back through my own smile after some seconds of studying her, not needing her approval but secretly revelling on it.

We finally came to a stop when we reached the car where their driver was waiting to drive them home, having to say goodbye. I suddenly started to feel nervous, as this night had been like light in the middle of the storm that had been hovering over my family for a long time, and I didn't want it to end.

-          Goodbye, Mrs. Jones, thank you for inviting us – Sam said extending his hand to my mother, but she proceeded to hug him, something none of us both had expected.

-          You can call me Lilian – she said letting him go, paying him one last smile.

-          You can both come for dinner back at home anytime... If you want to, of course – my father added as he patted Sam's shoulder – You can even bring your dog if you want to.

-          Thank you, sir, for both tonight and the invitation – he replied, looking at me with a smile. He was as pleasantly surprised as me, and it made my heart melt – I'm sure Gwen will let you know when we can join you for that dinner.

They exchanged a few more words while my mother hugged me, letting go with a somewhat nostalgic but at the same time happy smile on her face. She tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, caressing my cheek softly before she let go. When my father turned to face me, I didn't know what to expect, but when he finally hugged me, I felt like crying right there. I closed my eyes, fighting back my tears as he squeezed me tightly.

-          I know we still need to talk about a lot of things but... I'm sorry Gwen; we are sorry – he whispered in my ear, not calling me Guinevere for the first time in years – And I'm sorry it took us so long to realise.

A single tear slid down my cheek when we pulled away, but I wiped it quickly, not wanting none of my parents to see me crying. Sam pressed me to his side with a proud smile, kissing my temple softly as they waved goodbye for the last time, getting inside the car in which their driver was waiting, and finally leaving.

While we walked back to our car, I decided I had never felt happier in my life. I felt like the weight that had been pushing me down for years was slowly starting to be lifted off my shoulders, and for the first time, there was hope to make things right with my family. And during the drive back home, I stared at the man by my side, the guy I loved with all of my heart, knowing right then that I could never love someone as much as I loved him.

It didn't matter that we were fighting or that we still needed to fix things; in that moment I knew there was no one else I wanted to spend my life with. It was a feeling like no other, that showed up unannounced, but when it did, it couldn't be ignored, as it was bigger than anything I had ever felt before. So when we stepped out of the car and into the parking lot, I couldn't prevent myself from taking his arm to pull him towards me, and reach up for his face to kiss him with all I had.

He responded immediately after the initial shock had passed, cradling my body against his, none of us caring that we were making out in the middle of the parking lot. It had been days since I had last felt his soft, full lips moving against mine, making me weak at the knees and full at the heart. And when I pulled away to catch some air, he kissed me again, seeming unable to let go.

-          I love you – I mumbled in-between his soft pecks before he deepened the kiss, hugging me tighter to his body.

-          I know – he whispered softly against my lips when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine and looking at me in the eyes – I know I'll keep fucking up, that we'll keep fucking things up every once in a while. But there's no one I'd rather fight and then make up with than you, Gwenny, it's all worth it.

-          We'll work this out – I nodded, biting my lip as he brushed his nose against mine tenderly before he pecked my lips once more. I rested my head on his chest, tightening my arms around his neck – Thank you for tonight – I added after some seconds, feeling his heart beating against my ear – It wouldn't have been the same if you hadn't been there.

-          They do love you; you know – he replied, rubbing my back gently and kissing the top of my hair as I nodded – You just need to figure things out.

-          Can we go up? – I shyly asked as I tilted my head back, brushing my lips against the barely-there stubble on his chin that made my skin tickle.

-          Of course – he smiled down at me, keeping one arm around my waist while he made sure he had locked the car, and then lead us to our building.

We skipped our way up the stairs, and I opened the front door with him following right behind.

-          Hey, baby, what's wrong? – Sam immediately asked when we saw Lou, who was curled up in a ball in her little bed slightly crying.

He crouched next to her and started petting her head in an attempt to calm her down. I carefully closed the door, leaving my purse on the counter before joining my boyfriend on the floor, wanting to comfort our puppy too.

-          Do you think she's missed us? We have left for longer than this before – I asked with concern as I ran my fingers through her soft fur, feeling her little body trembling under my hand.

-          I don't know, maybe she's eaten something she shouldn't have and now her tummy aches – Sam replied, but I could sense he was worried too. Lou had never acted this way ever since we got her – C'mon, my little Reed, don't cry – he cooed as she didn't seem to feel any better in our presence, picking her up and cradling her to his chest.

-          We can take her to the vet tomorrow if it doesn't die down – I sighed as I stood up, caressing her head one last time and kissing the top of Sam's forehead before I left for my room.

I changed from my dress into my pyjamas, wiping my makeup off and leaving my hair down. I put my clothes away and cleaned up a bit, still hearing Sam talking to Lou in the living room, and decided to tidy up his room a bit while he did so. But after some time, I had grown bored, and all I wanted was to be with him again, no matter how clingy it seemed.

I went back into the living room, where he was still sitting crossed leg on the floor with Lou slowly falling asleep on his chest. Her tiny paws had stopped shaking by then, but she was whimpering a bit, making me internally pout. I walked over to them and kneeled down, wrapping my arms around Sam's waist from behind and peeking over his shoulder at Lou, pressing the sides of our faces together.

-          I don't know what's wrong – he sighed, kissing her head when she finally closed her eyes, her soft crying dying down.

-          Let's hope tomorrow she feels better – I kissed his cheek as he placed her back on her bed, letting his hand roam over her soft fur affectively.

He simply nodded in response, so I leaned away a bit, letting my hands slide from his waist up his back, massaging his shoulders gently. He hummed in content and let his head fall back, enjoying the feeling of my fingers pressing into his tensed-up muscles. I kept on going for some minutes, but grew tired after a while, so I kissed the shell of his hear and let my hands smoothly slide down the front of his shirt, and started to trail a couple kisses down his neck.

He let my hands roam over his chest and hard stomach, with his eyes still closed and his head tilted to the side to give me more space, not saying a word but emitting some approving noises. He hadn't changed yet, but I could feel the heat radiating off his body through the silky cloth of his shirt.

-          Sammy... – I said against his earlobe, peppering more kisses down his jawline.

-          Hmh? – he hummed, as he ran his hands up and down my forearms tenderly.

-          Make love to me? – I whispered timidly. He chuckled in response, but kept on rubbing my arms with his eyes closed, a small smile plastered on his face.

-          Shouldn't we talk first? – he asked, finally prying his eyes open to look up at me.

-          We do need to talk, but we can do it tomorrow morning – I replied, sneaking my hands under his shirt to trace the soft skin of his torso with my fingers.

-          I'm pretty sure make up sex comes after actually fixing things – he mumbled, not stopping me when I started to kiss down his neck again.

-          But we already know we'll fix things – I almost whined, a soft smile creeping on my face when I found his weak spot.

-          Gwen... – he sighed, shifting a bit on his spot, thus forcing me to readjust my position as well. His tone had been gentle, but it was telling me to stop, and I wouldn't go further if he didn't want to.

-          Alright... - I pouted in defeat, pulling away from his neck – I'm sorry, I just miss you. And wanted to feel good, to make you feel good – I mumbled that last part, retreating my hands from under his shirt. But before I fully pulled away he grabbed my arms, halting my actions.

-          Ugh, fuck it, come here – he quickly stood up, carrying me with him, and turned around to face me.

His hands grasped my waist, but immediately fell down to my ass when he pulled me closer to him. My arms wrapped around his neck with a smile on my face, closing my eyes when his lips landed on mine before they began to trail soft pecks up my jawline.

-          Thought you weren't in the mood – I chuckled, with his kisses dropping down to my neck and his hands squeezing my butt cheeks tighter. I had failed to notice his arousal while my hands had explored his torso, but now I could feel it pressing against my front.

-          I'm always in the mood – he replied with a smirk, pulling away to look at me. There was teasing in his eyes, but I could still see he was a bit hesitant, which showed when he bit down on his lower lip – But I didn't want to ruin things later – he finished. I knew what he meant, but I was certain this wouldn't be the case, not after the day's events.

-          I promise it won't – I said confidently, looking at him in the eye while one of my hands started to tentatively slide between our pressed bodies, going over the hard plains of his stomach before it reached his hardened manhood over his jeans.

He let out a small grunt, and groped my ass harder as his forehead fell on my shoulder for some seconds. But when he lifted his head up, there was determination and lust in his eyes. He leaned down to kiss me hard, not letting go of my ass, and eventually lifted me up so that my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his shoulders.

-          God, I missed this – he said between eager kisses, walking us to his room and away from our now sleeping puppy without pulling away from me.

-          Well, it's been a couple of weeks – I laughed against his lips, whimpering a bit when they latched onto the soft skin of my neck.

-          Then we have a lot of catching up to do – his muffled voice against my neck told me he was smiling, and I couldn't help but smile too as he kicked the door shut behind us.

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SOOOO while Roommates is coming to an end, this story isn't ending here 🤭

I've been working these past months on its sequel, and I have almost the whole thing plotted out💚💚💚💚 I don't want to give you any dates, because how often I can post/write normally depends on classes and my job, but it should be out soon after this book is finished. What I can tell you for now, is that it will have both Gwen's and Sam's POV's, and that the rest of the band will be faaaaar more involved in the story (any guesses? 👀)

For those of you who have been shipping Brooke and Jake for a long time, I have been working on their spin-off too 😄 But it will probably come after this book's sequel, as it's already hard for me to keep up with one story.

I also intend to go back to my Josh fic (which some of you have read). I've started re-writing some of its chapters, and had everything already schemed out for that story previously, so I've got some sort of plan. But I'll have to ask you to wait up a little bit more for that one 💚

Again, thanks for always supporting me and reading, I love every single one of you💚💚 You truly make my day with your kind words 😁🥺