"I want to give you all the love you deserve."
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Hadley Carter has struggled with her sexuality ever since childhood. She keeps her feelings hidden out of fear of judgement and not being accepted by oth...
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The look of pure excitement on Devon's face and the happiness that sparkles in her eyes leaves me unable to stop grinning. In fact, I think I have been wearing a permanent smile for the last few hours. Life is finally starting to look up for me, and I can't contain the content I'm feeling within.
"I can't believe this!" Devon exclaims, beaming as she gazes at me. "Hadley . . . this is so great."
I have just relayed to Devon the events that conspired between my parents and I earlier in the day. It is the first time I have been able to see Devon since the homecoming dance. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed my girl and had been longing for her presence until I am finally able to be with her again.
"I know," I admit. "I could hardly believe it, either. I never expected them to be okay with it after . . . everything. They haven't entirely come around—well, at least my mom hasn't—but it's more than I could have asked for."
"I'm so happy for you," Devon murmurs. She takes my hand in hers and squeezes gently. "You deserve this, Hads. You deserve to be happy."
"I am," I reassure her in a whisper. The words feel foreign coming from my mouth, yet there is truth behind the statement. "You make me so happy. The happiest I've been in so long."
She kisses me, and somehow it feels like the first time and the thousandth all at once. Devon never fails to ignite a fire within me that doesn't ever quite seem to fade, merely settling into the background sometimes while flaming brighter than ever when provoked. My entire being feels electrified, burning with longing and need.
Devon's hands roam my body, getting to know my skin all while wandering over familiar territory. Her touch falls over my curves as if her palms are a traveler trekking over hills, rising higher by the second. Her fingertips against my flesh are warm and inviting, yet needy and exciting at the same time.
She pulls away for a moment, and all I can think about is how she has left me breathless, aching for more. She smiles down at me as she hovers over my body, hesitating to take things any further.
"Have you told our friends?" she questions, fingertips burning against my hips.
"Not yet," I admit. "I don't really want to talk about anyone else right now."
Devon smirks. "What do you want to talk about then?"
"I don't want to talk at all," I retort.
I cup her face and pull her back into me, where her lips will collide with mine all over again.
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a/n: happy valentine's day lovelies! i am so v grateful for you all! 🥰
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