She was wearing his shorts again. Of course she was. She wore them all the time now. To be honest, she practically owned the damn things at this point. Normally, Rose wouldn't mind, but they were his. Aiden Harper's. Even the name made her gag. She sometimes wore his hoodie too but the shorts were worse. If only Abby were wearing her hoodie instead. She could imagine how perfectly it would sit on her, slightly too small, exentuating the curves of her body, of how it would smell of her after she had worn it and how it would feel to know that she belonged to her and only her.
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Closer
RomanceAbby. Rose. Two women desperately in love with each other. Both equally oblivious. In this stunning fanfiction written by two teenagers, these two women must fight for all they want. A/n: This is in no way shape or form based off of our teachers. No...
