Tragic Unlove Story

Chapter Seven

The next morning, I woke in strong, large arms.

It took me a minute to get my head straight and realize that between my legs are sticky and gross.

I looked at a sleeping Michele and stared at his naked body taking in as much details of his body. Scars and birthmarks.

The rising of his chest and the slightly parting of his lips.

I stretched when I stand and walk over to the mirror taking in my body of a sixteen years old female teenager.

I trailed my fingertip down the valley of my full breasts and over my baby fat I have been insecure of for years.

"You're quite beautiful for a teenage girl with your acne and all."

Michele said half laying on the bed.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me I'm speaking facts."

He said resting his head on top of his folder arms over his head.

"I should be going before my mother wakes up."

"Yeah," he sighed.

I got dressed but before I could leave, I'm pulled back into a male's body I have learnt well and arms encircled my body then I felt lips on my hair.

"See you soon?"

"Okay," I whispered.

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