"Can you stop talking to him?" Tate is sat at the edge of his bed with Adelena standing between his legs. He grips her thighs while she runs her fingers through his soft hair.
"Stop talking to who?" Her eyebrows scrunch at his sudden outburst. Tate...
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"I saw that." Amelia nudges my shoulder. I feel my face heat up and pretend to act oblivious.
"Saw what?"
"You and Tate. I have to say if you took control of me like that I would be in love." I chuckle.
"Shut up."
"No, seriously." Amelia pauses for a quick second. God, I just know she's going to say some bullshit. "I'm curious though... have you ever like..." Amelia looks around, making sure the boys aren't near. "Pegged him?" My eyes go wide, almost popping out of my head.
"No."
"But I would." That thought has never crossed my mind, but hearing Amelia say it...
"You're insane." Amelia fake gags making me roll eyes. "I don't even want to know about your sex life, I know I'll be traumatized."
"Aren't you the one that always wants in-depth details and even a visual description." She glares, realizing me calling her out.
"I won't be asking anymore." A small smile breaks out onto my face knowing she's lying.
"Yea right."
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I would let him impregnate me.
It's the day of the senior trip and Tate is wearing a grey Nike tech.
He looks edible. Literally. I almost want to call off this whole thing and lock him away.
"Elena, beautiful. Are you even listening to me?" Clearing my throat, I speak up, trying to regain my composure.
"Yes. Yes! What did you say?"
"If you were listening to me, you would've knew what I said." I watch his face fall and start to feel bad. I've been so distracted with trying to help my parents strained relationship that I forgot about Tate.
"Wait what's wrong?" Tate plops on his bed, with his phone in hand. Now ignoring me.
"Why do you seem so down?"
"I'm not. I'm fine." Something is bothering him & I need to know.
Walking over to Tate, I straddle him on his bed before cupping his face with my hand. I don't miss the small upward tug of his lips.
He's ignoring me and think it's funny.
Tate continues to scroll on his phone while disregarding my presence. What is he looking at that's so interesting? Or more so who?
"Get off your phone."
"No." So sassy.
"Is there some other girl on there that interest you? because if that's the case, you could just tell me now." He quickly shakes his head.
"Theres no other girl. Never. I only want you."
"So then please..." I place a soft kiss on Tates neck & hear him suck in a breath. "Tell me what's wrong."
