𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙑𝙄𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙔 never feels safe.
𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙄𝘿 is beyond fixing.
They hate each other.
But what they didn't know
was that all along, the one
thing they both needed was
the other.
❝ the moment I laid my e...
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SYLVIA CONNELLY. (sexual content)
WORDS COULD NOT EXPLAIN how good it felt to kiss Spencer again. I swore I'd been thinking about it nonstop for this entire date—he had a habit of licking and biting his lips and it drove me insane. And now that he was here, finally kissing me again after two weeks, I never wanted him to stop. His lips were so soft and he tasted like peppermint, which didn't surprise me because he ate a mint after every meal. He was just...so perfect. Perfect, handsome, and mine.
His hands caressed both sides of my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones and eyebrows as I deepened the kiss, craving more. I greedily pulled and twisted his hair, which made the deepest, most growl-y sound come from his throat. Spencer's hands slid down to my waist to hold me closer and his tongue pushed passed my lips, meeting mine. I whimpered softly, my lips aching from the passionate kissing but I didn't dare pull away from him.
Instead, I let my hands linger between our bodies and to his chest, feeling his neck and sliding my hand into his shirt. Spencer groaned softly as I felt his smooth chest before I set my palm against his heart, feeling it beating fast. I smiled softly, even more butterflies invading my stomach.
We made out like teenagers for a little longer before I felt droplets of rain land on my back. I reluctantly peeled my lips off of Spencer's with a pop, beaming at him. Spencer's lips stretched into a smile as well, his hand rubbing my back softly.
"It's raining." I whispered, shuddering from the cold.
"We should get back. It's cold." Spencer said. I rolled my eyes, getting off of him with a grunt.
"I have a better a idea." I said, "let's play tag in the rain."
"What are you, a child—"
"Tag, you're it!" I said, scrambling out from under the blanket and running off. I heard Spencer groan from the distance, slowly sitting up and glaring at me.
"No! You're gonna catch a cold!" Spencer exclaimed to me.
"Then come get me since you care so much!" I shot back, waving my arms at him.
"Seriously?!" He asked, "I'm not chasing you!"
"Fine. Bye then!" I yelled back, running off knowing he was going to chase me. I heard him groan loudly again, then loud footsteps as he took off. I grinned and turned back, running in another direction.
"You're gonna get it!" Spencer called out, chasing after me. I laughed, the raindrops hitting my skin and soaking my hair.
"Is that all you got, Spence?!" I asked him.
Spencer heaved and panted, resting his hands against his knees. "Yes, it's all I got!" He exclaimed, catching his breath before taking off again. I circled around the car, seeing him on the opposite side of it as me.
