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❛ with a taste of your lips, i'm on a ride ❜
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There was only one bed.
Camryn and Potter stood in the doorway of the room they would share, discovering that it only had one bed.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Wisteria sharply inhaled from behind, "I forgot to mention that we're a bed short. Hopefully one of you would agree to sleep on the floor."
"There's no need for that." Potter murmured with a smirk, slipping his arm around Camryn's waist slowly, "I'm sure we'll manage."
Wisteria nodded in relief as she shot the two smiles, turning to leave them alone to their unpacking.
"Naughty boy." Camryn frowned at him as they stepped inside the room.
Potter rolled his eyes at her as he shut the door behind them, "Wanna try and say that again?"
"You heard me the first time."
Camryn watched as he dropped his bag onto the floor nearby, closing the space between them. It wasn't uncommon that there would be moments where they snogged longer than they conversed.
His lips met hers as his arms tightly entwined around her waist, her own going round his neck. Her senses drifted away as he managed to lift her just enough to set her down onto the desk that had been tucked in the corner of the room.
Her legs wrapped around his own waist as she tilted her chin upwards to gain a better angle of his lips. She ran her fingers through the dark locks of his hair that were smooth like silk against her skin, determined to tangle as much of his strands as possible.
"Mhm," Potter murmured through a grin as he broke apart to begin travelling his lips down her neck, "You're a wild one, aren't you?"
Camryn remained breathless as her lids fell due to the blissful sensations his mouth provided, unable to speak more than a few taunting words in return to him. She shifted backwards to rest upon the wall behind the desk, throwing her head back to expose more of her neck to him.
His hands lingered upon her waist before slowly outlining the crevasses of her body, causing shivers to travel down her spine. Her nose tickled of his intoxicating scent that could always scrape away what was left of her remaining senses.
He truly did ruin her.
Potter was the first to finally pull away after at least another ten minutes, running his tongue along his bottom lip as he examined the marks on her neck in satisfaction. A slight smirk upturned the corners of his lips as his eyes flickered up towards her emphysematous manner.
