His hands were on my butt, that naughty piece of hotness. My hands were tangled in his hair. Our tongues were battling for dominance, and I was putting on a brave front, even though Ris was really stronger than me.
His tongue beat mine, unsurprisingly, and he explored my mouth slowly.
"Tristan," I moaned.
He took the chance where our lips were disconnected to lick his red and almost swollen lips.
"I love you, Ess. More than you'll ever know. For being someone who you never even talked to, to someone who you texted every time you were free, I can honestly say that I am indeed in love with you."
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Text Buddies #Wattys2016
Teen FictionI had always wanted a text buddy. And you just happened to be there. copyright @bootifullytayler 2016
