16. Back to December

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Back to December - Taylor Swift

"I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't
So if the chain is on your door, I understand
But this is me swallowin' my pride
Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night"
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She liked her kisses, they mixed passion with understanding. Love with comfort. Spark and warmth.

It felt like that since they were teenagers and shared their first kiss on Arsenal's academy grounds. That first one was the same as the one they shared after breaking up the second time, or the one they were experiencing now

How could anything or anyone compete with what she knew since forever? How could someone even think about throwing caution out of the window and take a leap of faith?

Leah was beyond comfortable. She had learnt Jordan's coffee order by heart even if she didn't like hot beverages. She had bought Jordan's favourite snacks for when she came moping about her lack of play time. She knew that if she scratched the underside of Jordan's boob she would weep in need.

Learning from scratch all of other person's little details seemed pointless. Why would she do it when she knew Jordan's like she knew her owns?

But in the middle of a heated kiss, even when Jordan was caressing her tongue like she knew Leah loved, it was impossible for the blonde not to think of her coffee order

Café con leche, she had said on time and left Leah puzzled. So much that night on her bed she searched the words on a translator and learned them by heart for a next time that would never come

"Leah..." Jordan's moans brought her back. She was straddling her waist, the blonde's hands on her helping with the grinding

But her mind was far away and so her kisses became sloppy and her hands loosened. Jordan noticed for she was no fool but turned a blind eye, clinging to some twisted idea that hope was still alive

Hope that they could reconstruct their teenage love.

"Leah... please, I'm soaking." She knew Leah loved dirty talk, having experienced it one too many times. But the blonde's eyes were troubled and glassy as if she was not there anymore

Her head now occupied with her little freckles, green sparkling eyes, rings on her hand that shined perfectly against her skin. Her way with words that captured her every single time. Her Spanish that ignited her core.

Leah felt aroused all of the sudden and Jordan took it as a win, thinking it was her hands on the blonde's neck leaving slight scratches and her lips on her clavicle that had worked and returned her back to reality.

However Leah didn't even noticed those actions, the ones that always worked her up. She instead had got flustered at the thinking of her lips on her neck, her hands gripping her skin.

She had made her feel again.

But was Jordan's grinding body who got the reward, not hers.

Some days later, weeks even for she had lost track of time, she would see her again. Not like she would've wanted, craving the feeling of her hands on her thigh, the sight of how her eyes sparkled when they talked, the slight pressure her puffy lips applied on hers.

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