All Chapters of New Year Surprises: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Slowly, I traced my fingertips against the contours of his face, feeling like I was seeing him for the first time like I was looking at the face of a stranger. I took his left cheek in my hand and gently stroked the scar that ran down the length of him, carefully rubbing my thumb back and forth against the line of discolored flesh. Rather than marring his features, he just seemed to add to them, making him appear formidable to enemies, yet human and vulnerable to the few people who knew him best, people like me.He put a gloved hand on the left side of my face and gently stroked my cheek with his thumb the way he was stroking it. His gaze met mine and with just one look I knew what he wanted. His body slowly leaned into mine and I let my eyes slowly close as I felt the distance between us decrease until it was completely gone. I felt more than seeing his lips pressing against mine, soft and warm, prompting me wordlessly to participate and I did. Pressing and pushing my lips a

"I'm not asking you to stop worrying about him, I'm asking you to stop blaming yourself for not being able to control his actions. It's easy to blame ourselves for so many things that go wrong in this world, but sometimes we just have to accept the fact that not everything is under our control. People especially aren't something you can control, so stop blaming yourself for all the things you did or didn't do. If you can do that, it's a way to start getting away from Christina's downfall""And what about you? You seem to have stopped trying to live your life differently than your father did.  And what about you? You seem to have stopped trying to live your life differently than your father did. You don't follow the rules anymore. Aren't you afraid of having the same fate as him now?""That's another thing I learned, we are not our parents and you are not Christina. Simply being independent of them gives us a better chance to change our destinies.""Just bec

While wandering around this mysterious and altered version of the place, it occurs to me: if Gabriela's engagement were still on, the fireworks would have lit the clear sky so that night could easily be mistaken for day and all the citizens would have come out to the street, every one of them eager to see their new princess for the first time."It is not wise to walk there under pretenses. Better to be direct with our purpose and try to contain the damage as soon as possible" Travis said.And so it was decided that one of the carrier birds traveling with us would be sent with a message to cancel all the wedding-related festivities and that we would explain when we would arrive."Basically, we already told you that the wedding is canceled, so why don't we go home? It just seems cruel to make them still go there and explain why it's canceled" Diego said."We're not trying to be cruel, but just like Travis and I will eventually have to absorb it and tell my

As I approached Travis, I reminded him that she is not the only one in a relationship that other people might consider "wrong."It reminded her that she has people who are willing to stand behind her if she needs to, and she knows the courage to do the hardest thing of all: talk.But I'm not the only one who realizes what, or rather who caused the change in Gabriela's heart.Her father looks between Gabriela and Damian's smiling face, then at me and Travis."This ... is this all her fault ?!" shouts the governor, glaring at us.Both Travis's eyes and mine widen. It's one thing to see the governor break in with his daughter. It's another thing to have him on a rampage with us."What kind of nonsense have you been filling my daughter's head with? Her job was to get him safely to her destination. At what point did you think it was part of her duty to fill my daughter's head with lofty ideals about love?"Before we can answer, he interrupts

I reach out and gently place my hand over his erection. The first thing I notice is the texture of it. His skin is incredibly smooth and silky, but he also seems quite fragile, as if he made the slightest wrong move, then my nails would cut him immediately and cause him to bleed. In contrast, the muscle underneath is anything but fragile and vulnerable. It's tough, the way his bicep muscles get tough when he flexes his arm, and it's thick. Thick enough to wrap my fingers around it and give it a gentle squeeze.He lets out a moan of pleasure. Ah okay. That was not my intention, but he hears ... I squeeze it gently again, this time moving my hand from under the mushroom head, to the base of it, and back again.Once again, he lets out a moan of pleasure and again I just get on with it. I continue to stroke him, but notice something that makes doing it a bit difficult. As soft as the meat is, it is not sli