❝My parents warned me about the drugs on the street but never about the one with the electric blue eyes and heartbeat.❞
Nothing could compare to the luxurious lives five teenagers lived in Covington Prep. Scandals, parties, paparazzi were embedded i...
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Warmth enveloped Grey's body as soon as she felt his lips push against hers. Her number one emotion was to be surprised, but it was overcome as soon as it came as lust distracted the host, taking power.
Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. His hands tightened its hold on her waist, dipping under her t-shirt as they both staggered from the force of it.
He pressed further, biting her lower lip in anger. Grey could experience all his thoughts and emotions from just touching him. He was angry, sad and forceful. She wasn't tired anymore, no she was also mad. Pent up frustration from keeping secrets and the sexual frustration built up in her body, that was stored in her body as memories of being with Seth, but not actually being with him came into view. She was there with him, every step of the way, but she wasn't able to touch him, feel him like she could now.
Her hands trailed down from his neck, to his broad shoulders, tracing every ridge and dip crafted into his pale, godlike skin. Seth was, just like an angel, but he wasn't perfect. He was all angles, with a jawline that could cut and a collarbone that would sever in the most hardest of diamonds.
His hair was soft, just like she thought it would be, like the silk accompanying an angel and eyes that burned people just by staring into them.
Seth Cherington was truly, truly ethereal.
The kiss was cut short, although it felt like an eternity to Grey and as soon as they broke apart, gasping for air, she'd longed for that feeling again. The feeling of warmth that encapsulated her entire soul and body.
She'd thought it would end but her disappointment was cut short as he grabbed her hand, strong and firm, guiding her up to the stairs of his bedroom.
He closed the door and switched the light illuminating the room off. Both were now shrouded in darkness as he softly guided her to his bed, and took his shirt off.
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