((Warning: This chapter contains smut :) ))

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His lips, so warm and soft, mold over mine, and move ever so slowly, lovingly. Already feeling lightheaded, I cling to him. I savor every sense and every movement.

His fingers tread into my hair as his other hand fondles me. My skin tingles and every cell in my body hums. I don't stop myself, greedily feeling every inch of him, anywhere I can get my hand to, his back, chest, arms. Anywhere and everywhere over his shirt until it's no longer enough.

He breaks the kiss, leaving both of us panting. Though he doesn't pull away from me.

Breathlessly, he says, "We won't ever talk about tonight. You won't ever mention it, not what we did, nor the things we say."

I weave my fingers through his hair, pushing the waves aside from his forehead. "Tonight is not real. We can never be just Gracie and Spencer, with no past and no future. This is just a dream, our innocent dream, and once the sun rises and the new day comes, we'll wake up and it'll be over. No one talks about their dreams, especially not as beautiful as this." I keep my voice soft, barely above a whisper, even though we're alone, I don't dare to speak in a normal voice, in case our fragile bubble can't take it and bursts.

"Good girl," he groans and dips to my neck, trailing hot kisses along the length of my neck.

I moan and tug his hair, rolling my head to the side to give him better access. My nails graze the back of his neck making him shudder. His hand slips under my dress, and slowly creeps up my thigh as he kisses under my jawline before locking our lips together.

I pull the hem of his shirt in an attempt to take it off him. Taking the cue, he briefly breaks the kiss and gets rid of his shirt before sealing our lips together.

Slowly, our sweet and soft kiss turns more ravenous, fervent. Our tongues glide and dance in sync, we bite and tug each other's lip, each beat growing hungrier and more desperate for one another.

I enjoy his hot skin, stretched over his hard and defined muscles under my palm as he plays with my breast from under my dress.

My body grows warm with need and the sweet anticipation for pleasure. The one that only Spencer can give me.

He pulls away from me again, but this time to help me remove my mini dress. A satisfied smile spreads over my face as I prop myself up with my elbows. Not wearing a bra was definitely a good choice. I bite my bottom lip as he zooms in on my chest, lust gleaming in his beautiful eyes.

"You're fucking perfect," he huskily says and my toes curl as my heart flutters.

I straighten myself and wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him down to me and crash our lips together. A groan slips from his mouth and it sets my insides on fire. He palms my right breast and keeps his other hand tangled in my hair, just above the nape of my neck.

My free hand works on unbuckling his belt, already sensing the strain his hardened shaft is causing under the fabric of his trousers.

Just as I undo his trousers, he pushes me back onto the bed. His mouth latches on my nipple, his tongue expertly swirls and toys with it, sending tendrils of pleasure across my body.

I arch my back and moan, lightly grazing my nails down his back when he sucks and nibbles.

Soon, he's fully naked, and my panties are tossed aside too.

He kisses me hungrily, passionately, before leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses from my neck, to my chest, my stomach and finally reaching where it's throbbing for him. He lightly bites the inside of my thigh and I moan again, opening my legs for him.

He doesn't waste any time, instantly lapping over my needy nub and roughly sucking. My back lifts from the bed and I whimper, tangling my fingers in his hair. The tightening in my core slowly spreads to my muscles, as he works on me relentlessly. His wicked tongue knows all the right places for pushing me to the edge.

He plays with my folds, licks, and sucks with such fervor it guides me to my climax too soon. My muscles tighten as pleasure takes hold of my body. He keeps my legs parted, and fastens the movements of his tongue.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and press my head down into the mattress, moaning uncontrollably, encouraging him with pleas, and crying out a "Yes" each time he takes me a bit closer to my release.

"Spencer," I whimper, clutching his hand around my thigh. "I'm so close."

And with one rough sucking of my clit, my orgasm explodes in me, and I scream his name. Though he doesn't stop and goes on, prolonging my climax.

Once I slowly climb down my high, he moves atop me and stares down at me. Still breathing heavily, I hold his smoldering gaze, my mushy insides getting hot just by looking at him.

Spencer brushes the back of his hand over my cheek and deliberately drags it to my neck and down to my chest. He comes closer to me and draws his hand up. The sense of his knuckles moving along my bare skin causes goosebumps.

"You were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen," he breathes out, planting a lingering kiss on my forehead.

My heart races and butterflies flutter in my stomach. His gaze finds my eyes again.

"But, your eyes," he speaks in a low tone. His deep voice seeps into me, buzzing my senses.

I breathe heavily through my parted lips as he rests his palm around my neck and brushes his thumb over my cheek.

"When I saw them up close for the first time... I couldn't look away, not the first time, and not the countless times after that."

"Spencer," I whisper, resting my hand on his chest, atop his hammering heart, beating just as fast as mine.

"I never got the chance to tell you how beautiful your eyes are, the most mesmerizing ones I've ever seen."

My heart clenches and my breath hitches.

He leans closer to me; our noses brush and our hard breathings mingle together. "You're still irresistible for me... and I fear you won't ever stop being." He kisses me deeply, and I moan in his mouth, bringing him closer to myself, pressing his naked body to mine.

"But you're mine tonight," he groans as he pulls away to look at me. "Only mine."

I grab his face, and say, "And you're mine." For tonight, and for the last time.

A sad smile curls his lips, confusing me. I don't get to ask him what's wrong, because his lips find mine again. His hard shaft pokes my inner thigh making me clench with need and throb for him.

Deliberately, he positions himself and ever so slowly enters me, making me feel every inch of him as he stretches me in the most deliciously perfect way. I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pushes himself deeper into me, grunting as he goes.

He stops once he's all the way in and meets my gaze. A sheen of sweat coats his brow along with a slight crease marring his skin as he concentrates on staying still.

"We fit perfectly, don't we?" I quietly mumble.

He snakes his arm around my shoulder, bringing us closer together. "Cruelly perfect."

Slowly he pulls all the way out before going in deep within me.

I moan and arch my back. "Did you always want me?"

"Always," he groans and kisses me. "Did you ever think about me?"

"Every day," I breathe out as he pulls out and enters me again, slightly faster than before.

"Promise me you won't ever forget me," he gruffly says.

"How can I?" I find his lips and kiss him deeply as he thrusts into me and I whimper in his mouth. "Say I'm irreplaceable for you."

Panting heavily, he answers, "No one can even come close to you for me."

My heart flutters again and knots tie in my stomach, the butterflies flap around in my stomach and chest like crazy.

His thrusts quicken the slightest. I nestle my head in the crook of his neck, feeling the muscles of his back flexing with each move. I inhale the mixture of his scent along with his woody cologne.

The knot in my stomach tightens as he drives in and out of me, each time hitting a spot deep inside me that curls my toes and reels my mind free from any thought but him and the immaculate pleasure.

"I missed you so fucking much," he groans next to my ear as he rams into me faster and harder.

I whimper and clutch his shoulder; my other hand feels around his bicep.

His thrusts become rougher and quicker. My body tightens with the pleasure coursing through my veins.

"I wish you'd never left me," I manage to utter, despite the haze settled over my mind, dragging my nails down his back.

"I wish you'd be mine only, forever," he whispers back in a gruff tone. His hot breath tingles the skin of my neck and ear. He grazes my earlobe with his teeth before attacking my neck, kissing and sucking as he picks up his pace.

My core clenches and I bring his head up to look into his eyes, the tension getting too much, the build-up nearing explosion.

He rams harder and harder into me and my eyes roll back from the sheer pleasure. My whimpers and moans grow louder and more incoherent as he quickens his pace and hugs me closer to himself.

Our naked bodies rub against each other, all his hard muscles against my soft parts. I cling to him, letting my hands venture every inch of his body. My heart swells from the proximity. Words can never describe how deeply I feel for him, and how badly I missed him.

"Spencer," I cry out, nearing the edge of my climax.

"Come for me, I've got you, sweetheart," he groans atop my lips before kissing me roughly.

His voice along with his erratic thrusts, push me over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, leaving me a quivering mess. My legs shake uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Whimpering and moaning his name repeatedly, he thrusts harder and faster, drawing out my pleasure as I pulsate around him.

He groans my name, low and long, shaking my core, burning my skin, and smoldering me from within. He shudders, hitting a deep spot in me as he holds me closer and reaches his peak.

His arms give out and his weight presses me down. Spencer hugs me to himself, nuzzling his face in my neck. I drape my arms around him, embracing him as our ragged breathing fills the silence of the room.

I don't know for how long we stay like that, in each other's arms. Time losses its sense when I'm enfolded by him.

Once my heart is no longer pounding as hard and the euphoric feeling decreases, a bitter realization dawns on me.

This is the last time. I won't ever be able to see this side of him again. To feel him, hug him, and hear him say my name when he's in his ecstasy. A gut-wrenching pain tears through me and I hug him tighter, pressing my forehead to the crook of his neck as I squeeze my eyes shut.

Sensing the shift in my mood, Spencer's arms tighten even more and he kisses my temple and showers my neck with gentle kisses.

"Please don't go," I weakly mumble.

"Gracie," he pleads, shifting to meet my gaze and cup my cheek.

"Stay the night, please Spencer." I hold his intense eyes, ignoring how pathetic I must sound to him. I'm far past caring.

He lays a long kiss on my forehead before laying down beside me and pulling me to his chest. I snuggle to him, resting my head in the nook. Our legs tangle and his arms are one around my shoulder and the other possessively holding on to my waist.

I plant my palm on his chest, right over his heart, feeling his heartbeat underneath, and let every other thought fade from my mind.

"You know, you haven't changed much," he softly muses.

I bite my lip to hold back my smile.

"You still don't stop until you get what you want."

"You say that like you're not one of the most stubborn, unyielding men ever." It took me forever to get past his guarded feelings five years ago and make him trust me and give in.

He chuckles lightly and caresses my hair. "And you still enjoy pissing off people."

I giggle and shake my head. "What can I do? Life's too boring without drama."

"I can't say I mind as long as I'm not the target," he says and I can hear the smile in his voice.

I laugh and snuggle closer to him. We fall into a comfortable silence. I relish in the sense of having him so close to me, cherishing every second.

I trace idle circles on his chest, noticing how his breathing grows heavier instantly. Gathering my courage, I timidly ask, "Spencer, how long after things ended between us did you start dating that girl, your ex that Julia was... concerned about?"

He tenses and I shift to search his eyes. He keeps his face devoid of emotions as I wait for him.

His Adam's apple bobs before he releases a sigh. Tenderly, he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and lets his fingertips rest on my cheek. "About that... the ex she's worried about is you."

My eyes widen with surprise. "You didn't date anyone right after me?"

He shakes his head and lazily drags his hand up and down my side. "I didn't."

"And when did you start seeing Julia again?"

"Two years after you."

I mask my satisfaction with pleasant surprise, barely managing to suppress my smile.

Two years. It took him two years to be able to be with someone else. It's oddly gratifying, as selfish as it might sound.

A corner of his mouth twitches. "You don't need to pretend like it doesn't make you happy it took me that long."

I shrug, smiling at him. "I'm just happy that you're finally admitting," I lie smoothly.

Spencer nods in an exaggeratedly slow manner, telling me he's not buying it.

I playfully roll my eyes. "Oh, please, I always knew. In fact, it was expected. I'm just so hard to move on from."

"Right," he drawls, dragging his fingertip over my collarbone in a featherlight touch.

He trains his gaze on his finger as he slowly moves to my chest, drawing lazy circles on my breast. My breath hitches as goosebumps rise all over my skin.

His brows furrow the slightest, and he asks in a fake curious voice, "And how long have you been with that flower guy?"

I bite my lip, a stupidly tremendous amount of pleasure swells in me. "You know, his name is Nathan."

His eyes dart to me before he lifts an indifferent shoulder. "He's not important enough to remember his name."

"Of course." I smirk, scooting closer to him and brushing my lips over his.

He clasps my breast and I hold back a moan. "Well?" he gruffly pushes on.

Keeping my lips close to his, to make sure it'll graze his while talking, I answer, "It wasn't serious, we were just friends with benefits, no dating or anything."

His warm ragged breaths fall on my lips and I weave my fingers through his soft hair.

"Since when?" he grunts.

"Eight months after us."

His hold tightens on me and he pulls me closer, flushing our bodies together.

"Does it bother you?" I croon, lightly drawing my fingernails down the back of his neck, as I feel his shaft twitch to life.

"No," he gruffly says.

"So you won't mind if I-"

"Gracie," he cuts me off, in a warning tone.

"Just tell me you're jealous," I breathe out.

He crashes lips on mine, roughly and hungrily, devouring me. I moan and press myself to him, feeling his shaft hardening.

He breaks the kiss, panting. "You're still so demanding," he huskily says.

"And you're still too controlling." I rest my forehead on his, breathing him in.

Our heaving breathings slowly calms to normal. Gingerly, I meet his eyes.

"Would you tell me the truth, if I ask you something?"

He frowns at me before nodding.

I gulp and look deep into his beautiful eyes. "Why did you stop teaching?"

His lips part as he stares at me with exasperation, before sighing. "The same reason you didn't continue maths."

The blow comes hard and quick. Savannah wasn't lying. I quit maths and chose to study MBA because maths wasn't the same without him in my life.

He stopped teaching because of me. He quit doing what he had worked his entire life for, what he loved so damn much, because of me. The agony of the thought is almost unbearable. I probably would've teared up if I wasn't in his arms right now.

"I'm sorry," I mumble in an unsteady voice as my heart aches and breaks. "I-I-" I stammer, my words faltering on my tongue.

"Let's not talk about it," he whispers and locks my lips in a gentle yet desperate kiss. "We've ruined each other enough, I don't want to think about it tonight," he hoarsely says.

"Neither do I," I murmur and kiss him again, but with more urgency.

Maybe asking that question was wrong, but I just had to know. I'll deal with its guilt tomorrow. For now, I want to enjoy every second of being with him, for the last time.

His arms tighten around my form. It's hard to tell if my body is getting hot because of the desire coming back to life. Or if it's because of being flushed against his warm body.

I feel every inch of his toned back as he moves his hand between our bodies, and tugs and plays with my nipple, as he deepens the kiss.

His hand trails down my front and reaches between my thighs. I'm already wet and aching for him.

His fingers play with my folds and I moan in his mouth, still sensitive from the previous time. His thumb finds my throbbing nub and he lightly moves it in circular motions, sending ripples of pleasure across my body.

"Spencer, please," I whimper against his lips and bring my hand between our bodies. Feeling his chest and abs as much as I can, until I reach his hard member. I twirl my fingers around his tip and he grunts.

He slips a finger into me and my toes curl as my insides burn with desire, and the need for more. I run my palm up and down his girthy member, as he pumps his finger in and out of me. The knot in my core tightens painfully and I moan louder each time he hits a deeper spot.

Sensing I'm nearing my release, he abruptly stops and grabs my thigh, lifting it before thrusting himself into me. I throw my head to his chest and cry out in pleasure. He holds me firmly against himself with one arm and perches my leg on himself as he starts driving in and out of me.

Our ragged breathing, my moans and whimpers, his deep groans and grunts, the sound of our bodies joining together again and again, along with the sense of our naked chests rubbing against each other is too much to bear.

I rake my nails down his back, as he goes harder and faster, pounding into me like there's no tomorrow.

His lips mold over mine, swallowing my please and mewls of pleasure as his fingers find my clit and rub.

My body convulses, my legs quiver, and my third orgasm of the night tears through me. I shout his name as he sends me to cloud nine of pleasure and elation.

Over my thundering heartbeat, I hear his groans getting louder and longer until with one hard stroke he explodes, grunting my name, and thrusting faster and faster to ride out our orgasms.

Still floating in cloud nine, high with euphoria, every inch of my body tingling with the intensity of my prolonged ecstasy, distantly I hear his voice.

"I lo- I missed you." He hugs me and buries his head in my hair.

"I missed you too," I tiredly mumble against his hot skin, the final waves of pleasure washing off.

My eyelids get droopy no matter how hard I try to fight against exhaustion and sleep. I cling to him. "Don't let me go," I murmur weakly, softer than a whisper as I close my eyes.

He caresses my hair, keeping me pressed to himself.

Slowly, sleep invades me and I slip into a deep slumber, still in Spencer's arms.

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Do you think this is going to be their last time? Or they won't be able to stay away from each other?

Thank you so much for reading this chapter. Today (I think) The Solution hit 25k reads! [squeals and throws confetti]. It's all thanks to you guys, I truly appreciate it, thank you so so so much for giving my messy story a chance.

Back to business: So I was planning on editing my other story, Color me Cerise, because I felt like I didn't like the main character, and as you probably know by now, I'm a procrastinator, so of course, I have not edited the story even one bit, and I'm planning on starting to update it from tomorrow again. I'm already really behind with my plan for The Remedy, I don't want CmC to fall behind too.

I was also planning on double updating that book in the first week of its uploads...

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I'll try to write a new chapter for this book as soon as I can, but I really don't know when it'll be ready. Sorry.

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