"It fits," I whisper, caressing Summer's forehead. I smile at her little sleeping face.
I slide the ring off of her finger.
I close the black box and retrieve pajamas from the closet. These are for her. I glance at Summer, then back at the pajamas in my hand.
The hell, I'll put them on her myself.
I gently lift her back off of the bed and slip the pajama shirt over her arms. Please don't wake up...
Delicately, I button the shirt close, my fingers brushing over her soft skin.
I lean back to see how I've done.
Well... good enough.
I stare at Summer, tempted.
Don't... ah, fuck.
I lean down and kiss her, taking my sweet time as I enjoy her blissfully warm lips.
My hands fumble with the last button on her shirt, grasping for more.
I'm becoming addicted to her, I whine. Hopelessly dependent.
But anyone would, after looking into those eyes that have once seen heaven, and a soul from the depths of hell, wouldn't they?
My nose scrunches.
...What am I, the lesbian Shakespeare?
And before I'd realized, I had left many deep bruises on and below her neck.
Ah, I went too far. Shit, shit, shit!
My hands shaking, I throw the covers over her hickeys.
She may not notice if I don't stare...
Summer turns in her sleep, exposing one of the marks I inflicted on her skin.
Okay, that's pretty damn noticeable.
I bite my lip to contain myself and turn off the lights.
I get into my pajamas and climb in bed next to her.
Sensing her body heat, I slip my hand in between her thighs, and— it's soo fucking warm. The ultimate hot-pocket.
I pull her closer to me and squeeze her tightly. I'm not letting go no matter what.
Even if she is an assassin's daughter.
A/N: This is a short little chapter, sorry. I'll update with a full chapter on winter break, I promise! 💗
Luna really spilled the tea lmao. No one even says that anymore, but— now you know. ;-)
P.S. Smash or Pass—
James Charles as a (lesbian) female?😂
🤷♀️Idk about this one chief
Comment your answer! xx see ya💖