! . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓 ! ࿐ྂ a g r a n d a r m y f i c
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( CHAPTER I. 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 )
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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑬𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬'𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯 felt like heaven as he traced abstract motifs on her bare back, her spine shivering slightly like sprinkled drops of water in a mid-December shower. Evie could feel her long black hair gently being tossed away from her exposed skin, the cool breeze from the gaping windows meeting her shoulders ever-so tenderly. The mouvement of the boy's calloused fingers stopped mildly as he approached his tan, upside down egg-formed face towards the soft crook of her neck. He continuously pressed small warm kisses upon her sensitive skin, an innocent smile, reeking with sin appearing on her beautiful features as she pretended to still be sleeping in the early morning.
As the boy she had so shamelessly spent another unholywithleft pleasureful pecks along her jawline, to her neck... all the way onto her chest so perfectly placed into the typical black bra she loved so much, saving it for what she liked to describe as special occasions━━ in other words, for the boy she hung with who was definitely not her loving boyfriend ! Funny thing about Evie Perez, never, and I mean never would she wear any other color of lacy undergarments.
Nobody had ever posed the question as to why that specific jetblack shade had such a significant importance, the boys and girls who so greatly had the pleasure of seeing the Latina in her most transparent state having been nothing but one-night stands or a shitty boyfriend not having enough braincells to notice the little things. The answer was quite simple, " Black is sexy, I am sexy ! " That motto had lived in her head rent free ever since she made the fascinating discovery that her body was a temple and that she, should use it.
A quiet moan was heard from the peaceful girl, alerting the wide-awake boy about her waken as she turned around, facing George Wright directly as a wistful grin manifested upon her olive complexion, finally letting out her first words of the day in the form of a magnetic whisper :
