“Braden,” she scolds, wriggling from my hold. “Are you sure they can't wait a little longer, Angel?” “Damn,” I mutter, leaving a trail of kisses across her neck. “But since everyone is waiting for us, it’s gonna have to stay exactly where it is for now.” “I think I'd like it better on the floor, or slung over that chair over there, though.” A small smile graces her glossy pink lips. She finishes brushing her hair and turns her face into me. I slink up behind her, sliding my hands onto her hips and kissing the exposed skin of her neck. She's filling a part of me I didn't even know was empty. She's a little broken, a little cracked, but she's also a whole lot of something I can't even describe. And I wouldn't give up sex for anything.Įspecially not when a red dress that hugs every inch of every curve I've touched is being worn by the girl in question.īut no. A part of me knows I could live without sex if it meant I could be with her. It's not even sex – although that's fucking amazing. It's more real than anything I've ever felt in my life. For something that started off as a game, it's damn real now. It's her laugh, her smile, her everything.
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