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My Turn (Leighren)

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Leigh-Anne

-I'm coming over. Be ready. Sent at 5:46pm

I bite my lip slightly at her message. I had the shittiest day and I wanna forget it happened. Lauren is an expert in that department. I sigh getting up from the couch and into my room. I straightened up a little more and strip for a shower.

I let the scorching water hit my skin. I close my eyes, loving how it rolls down my back from my dark hair.

Today was all over the place.

I had a heated argument with my mum about Lauren and I's relationship. After all of these years, she still couldn't accept the fact that I wasn't into just men.

What happened to 'I don't care what my child is as long as they're healthy? You can be whatever you wanna be, I'll love you no less. Be yourself.' She's a bloody hypocrite.

At the moment, our relationship is... taxing.

We have a, somewhat, friends with benefits arrangement. I say 'somewhat' because of the strained tension between us. She never wants to stay the night with me. I could see the conflicts in her emerald eyes.

It seems as if she's forcing herself not to feel, but she's still soft for me.

I just wish she'd swallow her pride because I can't express how bad I wanna call her mine.

A knock on my front door brought me out of my thoughts and I turn the water off. I wrap my towel around myself, drying my hair as much as I could in a short time frame.

I put my robe on and look through the peephole. I see a pair of green eyes looking rather impatient. She looks around, running her fingers through her raven hair. God, she looks amazing. Before she could knock again, I open the door.

Lauren pushes pass me. I look at her strangely before closing and locking the door. "Um, what the fuck?" I say. She turns to me, an almost angry expression on her face.

That's when I noticed her skin was rather flushed. It is pretty warm outside and she's wearing a black shirt and dark jeans. I take a cautious step back.

She scoffs, shaking her head. She sits on the couch, putting her head back on the seat. She turns her head towards me and motions me to come to her. I go to sit beside her, but she stops me.

"Off."

I chew on my lip and take it off. I sit beside her and she pulls me closer. She kisses my forehead. "As much as I wanna fuck you against the wall, I just wanna stay like this."

Her affection at this moment makes my heart flutter, but I know we'll be nothing more. Everything is telling me to move, but I feel so safe in her arms.

So... loved.

It actually hurts that I'm letting her do this. I can feel my heart aching.

I wrap my arm over her torso, looking up at her. "We can lay in bed," I suggest, kissing her cheek softly and sweetly. She says nothing and starts to get up. I grab her hand, "Are you OK?" She sighs and shakes her head, "But I'm not gonna explain why."

I already know it's about her feelings and my own.

I give her a hard look in which she just rolls her eyes. I grab her shirt, forcing her to turn to me. "What the hell is with you? These mixed signals you're sending is getting proper annoying," I demand, earning me a fiery glare.

I'm fed up with this game she's playing.

She pushes me against the wall. I yelp in a mix of surprise, slight arousal, and pain. "It's none of your fucking business. I told you in the beginning. I don't open up to anyone. All I want from you is sex. I told you that I was gonna use you. Don't act surprised." She releases me, staring me dead in the eyes.