Diana Thompson hides behind a capable facade. One that's also strict and a little coarse. In reality, she's frightened, all of it is something she uses to deal with a past so shocking she'd never reveal it to anyone.
She was born in a town called Ri...
God doesn't give you the people you want, he gives you the people you need. To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you the person you were meant to be.
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☪Diana
||New York||
8:01 pm
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I massaged my throbbing temples as I glanced at another flash card. The words seemed to blur together. Studying for this exam was starting to become frustrating. I blinked rapidly and pressed my forehead onto the card as if that could imprint it into my memory.
I leaned back in my chair and glanced at the ceiling before forcing my gaze back down to the desk. Stifling a yawn and rubbing my bleary eyes, my thoughts became groggy and incoherent.
"You need to take a break," Levi says, coming up from behind me.
"I can't, I need to study so I can pass this test."
Levi sighs, before putting his hands on my shoulders. He softly massages them, slowly breaking the tension in them. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I moan a little.
"That feels so good," I mumble.
Levi chuckles. "I know it does, now stop studying so I can give you more messages." He says.
"Fine, you got thirty minutes."
Levi doesn't waste any time. He grabs my hand, pulling me up to my feet. We walk up to his stairs and into his bedroom. The bedroom was nicely furnished, having the plain set of white walls.
Levi locks his room door and walks back to me, sitting me on the edge of his bed. He kneels down in front, taking my hands into his. And for a moment we just stare at each other, trying to figure each other out. My arms reach up and tangle around his neck. I breathe in sharply and kiss him delicately, his arms encircling my waist drawing me in, his lips hungry for mine.
I felt a hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of lips. Burning as they make contact with my neck. A hand runs through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around my waist and pulls me close to his pine scented body. His kisses are now on my shoulders and in my hair.
