just friends, huh? || montgomery de la cruz

after sex

„Hᴇ·s sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪᴛ sᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ"

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The pace of his thrusting grew frantic, driving her harder into the bed. His orgasm was a screaming wave that threatened to overwhelm her, pushing deeper still.
„Ohh fuck..", he collapsed bonelessly on top of her, their sweat mingling, his weight pushing her downward in her bed.

He rolled off her, his breath went for fresh air.
Silently she began to count the minutes until he was ready to go again.
Then he got up and picked up his clothes, which were scattered all over her room.

„We text?" Montgomery put on his flannel shirt and went to the window, which he climbs in almost every morning or night to avoid being seen by anyone.

„Yeah, sure. Just text me.."
Lara waited until his Jeep, standing across the street, drove away.

They were just friends that spoke like lovers and that seemed to be enough for two teenagers who were scared to love one another. They just had a complicated picture of what love is or what they think it is and cannot let go of the photo.

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