Free A Glimpse of the Dream by L. A. Fiore

hard for my classes. We talked every night, and I told him he should come down for a weekend, because we’d have the room all to ourselves. Blue Hill was far, so I didn’t think he’d be able to visit, but how I wished he would.
    Friday night and the whole weekend stretched ahead of me, most of it to be spent studying. Simon had gone home to some family function, so I wouldn’t even see him for our normal meal breaks. His parents had apologized, but things were still a bit awkward. It was partly why Simon went home, an attempt to show his parents that he was still Simon regardless of his sexual orientation.
    Sitting on my bed, dressed in one of Kane’s tees, I pulled my knees up and rested my cheek on them. I didn’t know how I would manage being away from Kane for five more months. At least it was only five months and not the full four years. I’d never make four years. It wasn’t even because I missed the sex and the kissing—which I did—I just missed him .
    Thinking about him prompted me to call, but disappointment filled me when his phone went to voice mail. I had a test on Tuesday, so I might as well start studying. I grabbed my backpack and unloaded my books on my bed and got lost in work.
    A knock at my door pulled me from my reading—the clock read almost ten p.m. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been at it, but I’d gotten a lot done. Dropping my book on my bed, I walked to the door and pulled it open. It took me a beat or two to react, since I wasn’t sure that what I was seeing was real. Kane stood there with a bag over his shoulder and a grin on his face.
    “Hey, Tea. Surprise!”
    I threw myself into his arms. His bag dropped to the floor, his arms wrapped around me, and he held me so close. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered into my hair.
    “I’ve missed you more.”
    “Maybe we should do this inside,” he said, then added, “because I want to make love to you and I don’t think you want your dorm mates to see what a fine specimen of a man you’ve got yourself.”
    I stepped back. “You’re a clown. How did you get in?”
    “Charmed one of the girls as she was leaving.” With a wicked look, he reached for his bag and followed me into my room. The door had only just closed when I heard the lock, and then his mouth was covering mine. Our lips molded, my tongue pushing between his lips, and his hands roamed over my back and down to my ass while we moved toward my bed.
    Pressing hot kisses down my neck and shoulder, his fingers gripped my shirt and lifted it over my head. “I like that you’re wearing my shirt.”
    “I sleep in it,” I managed before his tongue was in my mouth, his hands on my breasts, the ache between my legs accompanied by a wetness.
    At my bed, Kane stepped back, eyeing me from head to toe, as I stood there in only a pair of pink panties.
    “God, I’ve missed you. You’re going to want to clear your bed off because in another minute, I’m knocking everything on the floor.”
    Bed? So lost in him, I’d completely forgotten that all of my homework was spread out on my bed. With one sweep, I knocked everything to the floor before jumping into the middle of the bed, lying down on my back and resting on my elbows with my knees up and legs slightly spread.
    His laugh rang around the room.
    “You’re wearing too many clothes, Kane.”
    “Noted.” He watched me as he stepped out of his jeans and yanked his shirt forward over his head. Naked and aroused, he was beautiful.
    Climbing onto the bed, he settled between my legs, his mouth meeting mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, his weight pushed us deeper into the mattress. “Kane, the condom.”
    He pulled his mouth from mine, chuckling as he looked down at me. “Impatient?”
    “It’s been too long.”
    His gaze sizzled. “Agreed.” He climbed from the bed, grabbed his jeans, and pulled out several condoms from his front pocket.
    “Optimistic.”
    “Determined is a better word,” he said as he joined