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Stella's POV

July 2018

I looked down at the letter in my hands, reading and not believing at what I'm seeing.

Congratulations, you have been accepted to our prestigious law school.

Everything I've worked for lead up to this moment. All those late nights at the library, all those tears and frustration with studying, tests and just life in general. All of that, was for this little piece of paper I was going to cherish until I step foot at Belmont University - College of Law in Nashville, Tennessee.

Yes.

Nashville.

I told Ryan to rewrite the stars for me, so when he asked me to join him in Nashville, I said yes without hesitation. I'd follow him to the ends of the earth if that meant I could be with him.

Ryan.

I padded my way through our new apartment that overlooked Broadway here in Nashville, completely in awe at how quickly my life has changed over the few months. Well, both of our lives. Ryan was still asleep in our bed, recovering from a late night gig with his new band. His mess of curly hair stuck out from beneath the comforter and I've never seen him so at peace before.

Ryan's 'come to Jesus' moment back in April was him realizing he's not going to be able to fully live out his dreams on the campus of Penn State. He wanted the opportunities that came with living in a rich musical city. He knew how hard he would have to work, the evidence of that was now sleeping until mid-afternoon as he performed all night in different bars, but I knew it was worth it.

Watching this man live his dream in the short amount of time we've been here has me falling in love with him.

It was actually in the mock courtroom at school was when I realized this. He stood before our peers and Mrs. Harper and spoke with authority during our mock trial. I was so in awe with how easy it was for him to cross-exam and to show the evidence in such a way that made the jury putty in his hands.

We won the case, but it felt like he won my heart all over again. I knew in that moment I would never leave his side. I want this man to succeed, no matter what his dreams are and I want to be there with him.

I applied to Belmont knowing it was past all of their deadlines for a fall semester, but I didn't care. None of the other law schools I got into mattered at that moment. My heart was in Nashville, so I had to be there, too.

I officially start in January of 2019 and I couldn't be more thrilled.

"Stella?" Ryan's groggy voice broke through my daydreaming.

"Finally awake, sleepy head?" He rolled over onto his back, the comforter sliding down to his waist, exposing his bare chest. He yawned, running his hand through his hair. I bit my lip staring at him as desire began to stir in my body.

"No," he hummed, throwing an arm over his eyes. I just laughed, he was seriously too adorable when he's first waking up.

"I have some news," I said, crawling onto the bed and straddling his hips.

"Please tell me you decided to order breakfast because I'm craving some Belgian style waffles right now."

"No, silly!" I pulled his arm away to see humor in his beautiful blue eyes. I'm never going to get tired at looking at them. "I got in!" I held up my letter for Ryan to see and he took it from me.

"Stella!" He sat up, reading the letter and then looking at me with the biggest smile I've ever seen. "I'm so proud of you! This is so amazing!" Ryan kissed me, the letter falling from his hands. "Your dreams are coming true!" He pulled away and gave me a look I've never seen before, but then I realized it's the same look that I give him when things fall into place for his career.

I kissed Ryan then, with as much love and adoration as possible.

Ryan pulled me down to the bed, rolling us over until he was now hovering over me. "I think this is way better idea than breakfast," he smirked, rolling his hips to mine and oh!

"I agree," I giggled, running my hands down his backside and into his boxers and squeezed his perk little ass.

Things shifted from funny to serious when he sat back up on his knees, reached for the waistband of my yoga pants and pulled them down, along with my undies, in one go.

He was between my legs with his mouth in an instant, my brain unable to think anymore as Ryan's tongue found my sweet spot and worked it's magic.

"You taste so good," he hummed between lapping and sucking. I arched my back off the bed as a jolt of pleasure shot through me.

"Ryan," I panted, knowing I was going to come quickly. I latched onto his hair, that was now longer than mine, curling around his shoulders and held onto him as I came on his tongue.

"One," he said, laughing against my inner thigh and kissed it. I sat up on my elbows to see a smirking Ryan Blaney with his lips glistening from my wetness.

"I'll take number two with your fingers."

"Oh, will you now?"

"Yes," I bit my lip and then pouted when he didn't make a move, "please."

"You know I can't say no to you. I wanna give my baby girl exactly what she wants, and if that's my fingers, then..." I sighed and fell back down onto the bed as I felt Ryan's fingers at my entrance.

I closed my eyes and relaxed; Ryan took his time, never rushing and listening and watching my body respond to him.

His fingers were buried deep in me; curling, looking for that heavenly spot and putting enough pressure on it to cause me to let out a loud moan.

"Two," he laughed a few moments later as my thighs trapped his hand between my legs. "How do you want number three?" He whispered against my lips, suddenly serious. The playful nature from before was replaced with heat and desire... and love.

There was so much love radiating off of him right now that I couldn't answer. I took it upon myself to tell him with my body instead. I kissed him; rolling us over so we were both on our sides, my acceptance letter fully forgotten as it crinkled underneath us.

My fingers found their home in Ryan's hair and the back of his neck as he kissed me breathlessly. His body began to move with mine; his hardening member brushing against my thigh until he slipped it between my legs. We both let out a moan of pleasure as we became one.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you, too." Ryan captured my lips as my heart soared out of my chest.

Making love with Ryan was exquisite; he knew every curve of my body, the way I liked to be touched and never shied away of giving me exactly what I needed, and so much more.

"Three," he said with a shaky breath as my body stilled beneath him, my orgasm coming out of nowhere. It was always the unexpected ones that were the most powerful.

"Ryan," I whimpered, holding onto him as my legs began to shake.

"Shit," he groaned, dropping his forehead against mine as his hips began to move erratically, then I felt a warmness spread throughout my body as he came, triggering another orgasm for me.

Ryan laughed as he caught his breath a moment later, "four." I opened my eyes to look at him and he had the biggest smile on his face.

"You're so much."

"I know." I kissed Ryan until the rumbling of his stomach interrupted us.

"C'mon, let me feed you." I got out of bed and reached for Ryan's hand to help him up, but instead, he pulled me down so I was straddling his hips again.

"Nah, I'm pretty happy with staying in bed and besides," Ryan flipped us over so I was now laying on my back, his body hoovering over mine again, " I think you have something I wouldn't mind eating." He smirked, inching his way down my body until his mouth was right between my legs, right where he was earlier.

Ryan gave me gave me the sweetest kiss that had my eyes rolling back into my head and soon enough I forgot why he was even saying the number four.

Gosh, do I ever love this man.