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A Wave Of Desire (BL)

After having been abandoned on the beach as a baby Ocean has lived the best life possible. He is the school's star swimmer. He is the most popular and a shoe in for the student body president. He is an honors student. And he even has the hottest girl in school as his girlfriend. But everything comes crashing down around him when the hot new Makai Rivers transfers in their senior year. Makai begins to steal Ocean's popularity, his number one spot on the swim team, even his girlfriend dumps him for the new guy. All of this just infuriates Ocean. So, why is it that Makai seems to follow Ocean around like a lost little puppy? Why can't he get this super annoying and super hot guy to stop following him? What is it that he truly feels toward Makai. And What is it that is different about Makai? Why is it that they're both so drawn toward each other? ******************** MATURE RATING ******************** This book is a LGBTQ story with mature content. There will be scenes that contain the following: ADULT LANGUAGE UNDERAGE DRINKING VIOLENCE SEXUAL SITUATIONS FOLLOW ME AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK https://discord.gg/8wrYgHqemB https://twitter.com/DCinMI https://www.facebook.com/deni.chance.71 **THE AUTHOR OWNS NO RIGHTS TO THE IMAGE ON THIS COVER, IF THERE IS AN ISSUE WITH ME USING THIS PLEASE CONTACT ME WITH ANY CONCERNS**

Deni_Chance · LGBT+
Not enough ratings
500 Chs

Book 2- Chapter 75- Ocean – Back Home Part 1

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Ocean

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The whole landing and moving over to the car that was waiting for us was both a quick process and an ordeal. By the time that we landed, I was feeling tired and almost dozed off. I needed to wake up some more and get ready to go home to my family. Being as tired as I was though, I stumbled a little as I was walking and needed Makai to hold onto me.

"Come on, baby. I got you." He held me against his side and didn't let go of me at all. Come to think about it, he hadn't let go of me since he saved me in that room. Well, he did once. Just when we were changing into our shorts. Other than that, he had held onto my hand, wrapped his arm around my shoulders or waist, or just somehow touched me in some small way. He was making sure that I knew that he was right there with me.