CHAPTER 5

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LOLA'S POV

I can't believe it. Trying to act romantic is insane. Before I knew it, I was letting him in my house. He closes the door behind him. I flip the light switch up, and the lights flick on. "Nice house." Tom compliments. I nod, throwing my phone on the couch, I run upstairs and in my room. I didn't even know Tom was following me until I heard his footsteps. "Is something wrong?" I ask, turning around slowly. He doesn't respond. Instead, he trails his hand down my arm slowly. I'm freaking out, cold sweat breaks out on my forehead, and I chuckle nervously. "Uh, what are you―" He cuts me off by pressing his lips against mine. His lips are soft and cold. I gasp slightly, but after a few seconds, I don't mind. I part my lips, allowing him to slip his tongue inside my mouth. My hands snake around his back, clutching at his shirt tightly. Our tongues dance together in a sensual dance. Slowly, he pulls back, his breathing heavy. Before I could say anything, he presses his lips against mine again. This time, with more intensity. Our tongues dance widely as we both stumble onto my bed. He groans against my lips, the sensation vibrating throughout my body. Before I knew it, my fingers were fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. Once his shirt was out of view, I ran my hands down his chest. He pulls me back in for another kiss, I don't hesitate to slip my tongue in his mouth. He gently pushes me down on the bed, towering over me. He unbuckles his belt and strips down to his boxers. I pull my shirt over my head, revealing my lacy black bra.

"Beautiful."

Ermmm, I don't know if this is cringe but plsss tell me if I made any mistakes so I can fix them. ANYWAY, enjoy reading dis💋

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