TW: sexual content ahead.
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May 30, 2015
The cold, crisp breeze pours over her skin like a bucket of iced water when they walk further out in the quiet parking lot.
Straight ahead in the direction towards a black car.
His car?
With his tight grip on her wrist, Louis spins her around to press her body against the side of the car, releasing his hold on her wrist to grab the curve of her waist.
A small gasp leaves her lips, all rose-cheeked with his body standing only a few inches apart from hers.
Yeah, definitely his car.
His other hand plants beside her head, and he leans down to rasp out, "Do you want me, Bambi? 'Cause I don't think I can control myself any longer with that little dress of yours."
Aurora widens her eyes, even in the dim lighting of the dusty night, she can see the mischievous sparkle that collects in his stare.
He's so bold with his words that her cheeks simmer more and she glances down to her black mini heels, heartbeat already accelerating.
"I-I, uh, what? I mean... I..."
Tongue-tied and a polar corrupted mess within her mind, she presses her lips together to not embarrass herself more than she already has.
Why does he have to be so intimidating?
Louis curves a smirk on his face, his fingertips stroking her waist to entertain the concept further.
"S'that a yes?" he muses, inching himself closer to her with an innocent-like tilt to his head.
Her hands fall to her lap to be awkwardly placed and her throat dries up, drifting her eyes to somewhere behind him.
"No?"
His hand slowly glides down to her hip, tinting her cheeks even redder and causing her thighs to close shut at his touch.
He hums when he notices her action. "Are you sure? 'Cause your answer seems hesitant... Like you don't know what you truly want right now."
A desire bombards her body with how low his voice sounds and how his pretty blue eyes keep flickering to her plump lips.
And he's correct about one thing, her brain doesn't know what she wants, but her unholy cravings do.
"We... We shouldn't be doing this — people... They will see us," Aurora mumbles, struggling to ignore the increasing wetness in between her thighs.
People might see them and rumors will circulate, that's the last thing she wants to happen.
More so because Spencer will demand answers about it.
"Do what? What are we doing?" Louis innocently questions, skimming his hand down to land on her outer thigh.
Bastard.
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