𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔
𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘, the 18-year-old girl who grew up with nothing. Having to work for everything. She started providing for herself at the age of 11-someone who's never experienced love before. Doesn't have a clue what...
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I giggled and kicked my feet as I rethought last night. I blushed every time I think about River in that flower crown. Her black hair flowing in the wind like a river of water. Those eyes looked at me as she smiled. I may or may not have that picture as my Home Screen and her contact picture.
I wrote down every slight detail of last night like I do everytime i see her. I found myself staring at her pictures and the ones we took. Where we're laying in the grass and I was smiling widely against her cheek. Hee hair laying out on the grass as flowers poke through. Her nose scrunched as my nose nuzzled into her cheek.
A wide beautiful smile showing her smiley piercing and pearly white teeth. Her blue eyes shine so beautifully as they absorb the sunlight.
I scroll to the next picture.
Me on her lap as I smiled. My green eyes reflecting the sunlight. My arm wrapped around her neck as she looked up at me as if I was so adorable. She looked at me with so much adoration.
I adore her.
I giggled and looked through the pictures. We have a date next week. Well she didn't say it was a date but I'll take that step for both of us.
We've been getting so close.
We are definitely not friends.
We're...so much more than that.
The cheek kisses. The tension. The way she makes me aroused.
I've been reading more.
How we adore each other.
How she touches me.
How she makes me feel.
She makes me nervous. And I want to please her. I want to be her good boy.
I want to be hers.
I love the way her hand feels around my neck. Squeezing. Tempting me. It's a perfect necklace.
I love the way she teases me. When she puts her hand on my thigh. Her pinky grazing over the bulge in my pants. The more I think about it the more I start making fantasies.
I felt my alarm buzz. I was up early writing in my diary. I'm just so excited to see River again. I kissed Astrid's head and she kept meowing. She really wants to see River again.
"I know. You miss her. Me too. But I can't take you again. It makes me anxious. What if I get caught? Maybe one day she'll come over." I smiled at the thought.
She huffed and went to her castle.
I slipped on my slippers and continued to smile at our pictures. I scrolled through all of them as I walked downstairs to the dining room.
