"Two damaged souls who fell in love at a school meant for fucked up rich kids."
Bryce Weston is an uptight seventeen year old who used to have it all. After getting an expulsion from school she's landed at Welton Academy a place for second chances...
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I WAKE UP to the feeling of lips pressing up and down my spine. The feathery kisses make me sigh against the pillow.
I move to turn over but two strong hands grip my waist and force me down. Aaron presses a harder kiss on my lower back making me suck in a breath.
"Morning." I manage to croak tilting my head to see him.
"Good morning." He murmurs with a smile tracing down my spine with his finger. I shudder at the contact. "How'd you sleep?"
"Well." I answer rubbing my face. "You?"
"Amazingly" He grins at me and there's a sort of aliveness in his eyes. A spark. He looked completely fresh too to which I reckon he woke up before me and got cleaned up. He peers up at me and asks slowly- cautiously. "Do you regret last night?"
"No." I spoke firmly and honestly. "Did you?"
Aaron gives me a prizewinning smile and says, "Never. I couldn't stop thinking about it." I blush as he chuckles making me turn more red.
A realisation hit me like a bullet and I flip from my stomach to my back the bedsheets tangling over me. "Flo! I forgot to wake up- I was so caught up and then-"
"I woke up then. I gave her to her mom. Flo's perfectly fine and well. Jasmine wanted me to give you her thanks." He murmurs.
I nod thankfully and ran a hand through my hair. Eyeing the clock I realise I should probably get breakfast ready seeming as Louis probably came late and was tired while Catherine was returning in the afternoon.
Pushing up with my elbows I sit a up for a few minutes resting my back against the headboard. The blanket pools around my waist and my bra cladded upper half is hit with cold air.
Aaron let out a strained sound. I turn to him with raised eyebrows. "Can you put a shirt on?"
I furrow my eyebrows and look down at my bareness and then at him with a slow sensual grin. Instead of doing as he suggested I push my hair over my shoulders. "Why? I feel perfectly fine like this."
He lets out a string of curses eyeing me with a glare before he scoops me up and puts me on his lap. I gasp at the contact of our centres nearly touching, the only barrier being the blanket. "Because I won't be able to control myself." He whispers running his hands up and down my waist softly before he reached up and cupped my breasts.
I clench my jaw as he leans forward and places his mouth on my neck. His teeth grazes right above my pulse as he stays there his lips pressed to me. I feel him kiss harder on my skin flicking his tongue out every once in a while making me groan. "How are you so fucking perfect?" He asked his tone husky as he pulls me closer so we are tight in an embrace.
