Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
I know I always attach the song at the end, so if I'm doing it in the beginning, there's reason.
I really, really, *points gun to the head* really recommend listening to this before/while you read the chapter.
Daydream by Ruelle-
Spotify link in the comment.
Official audio on YT-
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WARNING: Mature sexual content ahead, please skip if you're uncomfortable- not that you bitches will listen anyway so yeah, but then I had to.
*sigh*
Two years ago, if anyone would have told me that I would be losing my virginity to Hardin Scott, out of the 7 billion people on this planet, I would have strangled that person and questioned my taste in people to be even knowing someone who would suggest that.
But even then, there would have been a treacherous rush inside me at the thought, and this- I cannot deny to my subconscious.
Because I had been in love.
I have been in love with him every second that I have hated him and marvelled at a human heart's capability to feel such an emotion so devotedly.
But a little less than today.
Because every tomorrow that dawns, this love rises a notch like the tides of the ocean that will never be washed off the face of this earth.
Deep, consuming, peaceful, powerful, drowning-
every tomorrow I'll be more in love than the last and I can't think of a better way to live.
This is the shining light at the end of my path- Hardin's love, that cradles in my lap, by some inexplicable forces of fate like a falling star. And I feel it.
I feel his love in his revering touch, as he hooks his thumbs under my trousers waistline and softly pulls it down.
My breath turns shallow, coming out shakily to keep sustaining the life in my chest, as the cold air hits the bare skin of my legs and they get exposed to Hardin's tantalising gaze- second by second, inch by inch.
When they finally fall to the only footwear I had on me today- the stilletos I had worn earlier, I feel Hardin grazing the flashing skin on one of my thighs with his nose, his lips brushing lightly, while running his knuckles up and down the other.
