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Chapter twenty six

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Goosebumps rose across her fragile skin as I slid my finger tips down her core.

Watching Willow feel my every move in the most beautiful way was so different for me.

I didn't want to fuck her.

I didn't want her name under the list of girls I'd fucked.

She wasn't just a girl.

Her body was like art.

The kind of art you wanted to feel, discover every new corner and fragment.

Every little piece was a piece I'd crave.

"Shawn" She breathed out, in such a peaceful, satisfying tone as my lips met just below her belly button.

Her tummy squirmed.

It blew my mind that no one ever touched and saw what I did with Will.

That no other hands have ever had the honor to hold her the way I did.

I wanted to say I hated this feeling, like I had so many other times.

But I didn't hate it.

I just didn't understand.

"Stop teasing me" She laughed a little as I pulled at the hem of her jeans.

I wanted this girl, in all the possible ways there was to want a person.

But not now.

Not yet.

"It'll all be worth it" I smirked, kissing back up her abdomen.

Over her color bones and her neck.

Intel I was reunited with her soft structured lips.

I tried to forget of the bruises and bumps, rubbing my thumb gently across each one I found.

If it wasn't for her, somehow easing every nerve inside.

I'd be at her house right now kicking the shit of this fucking pathetic man she had to call dad.

"Shawn"?

"Yeah"? I kissed her over and over again.

She smiled through each one.

"Will you sing to me"?

I pulled away, meeting her eyes.

"How do you know I.. Sing"?

I watched as her hand touched mine, she flipped over so my palm was face up.

Tracing the faint lines across my finger tips.

"My mom use to play, she had these too"

Her voice dropped as she mentioned her mom, but she smiled.

"I mean.. Iv never played for anyone. It's just a stupid habit"

I admitted.

I'd been singing for years but I never let anyone hear.

"Then I'll be the first"

She backed up on my bed, sitting criss cross and waiting patiently, it was clear I didn't have a choice weather to say yes or no.

So I hesitantly reached for my guitar leaned up against my dresser and positioned it on my lap.

"Iv been writing this for a few weeks.. It's kinda stupid but yeah"

I wrote it when I met Willow that first day in English.

"It's called Life of the party"