Learning Curve (Dickson University #1) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve felt his arms wrapped around me. Forever since I’ve felt his touch. And it’s all so powerful, so intense, that I bury my face into his chest and sob.

“I love you,” he whispers and kisses my forehead and hair. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I choose us,” I whimper. “Because I’m ready to choose me, too.”

Finn

“You have me, Scottie. You have all of me. And there isn’t a single fucking thing that will ever change that.” I grab her hand and put it right above my heart. “You’re special, Scottie. You were before, and you are now,” I say, and more tears stream down her cheeks. “And fuck, I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to be a man who deserves you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

I yank down the neckline of my soaked t-shirt, lift her hand up, and purposefully take her index finger to trace over the black ink that sits above my heart. Scottie. In her handwriting. From that first note she passed to me in English Lit class all those months ago.

“Finn?”

“When I say I love you, I mean it. When I say you have me, I mean it,” I whisper. “Nothing has changed for me. Nothing will change for me. Because, Scottie, to me, you’re not defined by that fucking wheelchair. It’s a part of you now, but it’s not you any more than my dad’s bullshit is me. We’re kindred. Meant to be. And I refuse to move forward without you. You have me. Period. End of story.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” she says, and her eyes well with more tears. “Tell me it’s fake. Tell me it’s like the silly temporary tattoo I did for you that one night.”

“It’s permanent. It’s forever. Because it’s how I see you and me.”

“We’re young. There’s no way you can know that.”

“Scottie, that day in Daytona, when I saw you fall, when I saw you get injured, I feared the worst. I feared I’d lost you. I feared that I would never get to hold you. That I would never get to kiss you. That I would never get to see your smiles or hear your laughs or see how fucking cute you look when you get all flustered and your cheeks are stained red.”

I lean forward to press my lips to hers, and I feel tears in my eyes when she actually lets me do it.

“When you fear you’ve lost the person you love, it puts a hell of a lot of things into perspective,” I whisper against her mouth and lean back to meet her eyes. “Sure, we’re young. Sure, we have a lot of growing up to do. I agree with all of that. But I know with every ounce of my soul that you’re the girl I want to grow old with. The girl I want to one day marry. You’re the only girl I want to be by my side for the rest of my life, and nothing will ever change that.”

Scottie

“I love you,” he tells me again. “I’m here. And whatever obstacles and challenges and hard times lie ahead, I’m here. It’s me and you against the world. That’s how I see it. That’s how I’ll always see it.”

He kisses me again, harder this time, more passionate, and the rain mingles with our tears and tongues.

And I kiss him back. I don’t stop kissing him until the urge to say I love you is too much.

“I love you, Finn,” I whisper against his lips. “I love you. Period. End of story,” I repeat his words, and he leans back to meet my eyes.

“Me and you?”

I nod. “Me and you.”

He kisses me again, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders to savor the feel of it.

We’ve been through hell. We’ve been through ups and downs. We’ve been through a lot of shit. But each time we face something, it makes us stronger. And even when we tried to fight against this thing between us, this all-consuming love that’s grown, it didn’t matter because we always ended up right back here.

Us. Together.

“How about I get you back inside before your nurses end up calling the cops?” he asks, leaning back again to meet my eyes.

“Pretty sure the cops wouldn’t be too fussed,” I answer with a smile. “I mean, how hard is it to find a girl in a wheelchair?”

Finn laughs and shakes his head. But he also presses another kiss to my lips before grabbing my wheelchair off the sidewalk and heading back toward the hospital. His strong frame carrying both me and my chair without any issue.

By the time we’re through the automatic doors, a question pops into my mind.

“When did you get that tattoo?”

“About a week ago.” He smirks down at me. “And don’t laugh, but Ace’s dad is the one who did it.”


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