ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994,
Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year l...
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"Let me guess, J. It's not what it looks like?"
✧･ﾟ: * FORTY MINS. EARLIER ･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ
"I'll be down." I whisper against Maya's mouth as I smooth my fingertips down her waist, keeping them resting on the thin fabric that clings to her hips as her soft hands gently meet at my chest. With the scent of her cherry chapstick left beneath my nose, I dart my tongue over my bottom lip as she lingers on my taste buds along with the sounds of her moans that replay over and over again in my head. Her blue eyes find mine as I lean my head back lightly, giving myself enough room and space to dance my eyes over her perfect features as my hands travel up to her face, resting on her blushed cheeks as I focus on the subtle freckles on her skin. "You mind getting me a drink?"
"Only one. You're driving me home." She replies with a tilt of her head as she smooths her hand down to my wrist, taking a step closer to me as her fingertips rest below the permanent ink right above my elbow. Goosebumps are quick to rise to the surface of my skin from her touch, and her smile grows from the sight of mine as she feels the small bumps beneath the pads of her fingers. "Come find me when you're done, okay?" She asks in a sultry whisper, and as I part my lips with a nod of my head, Maya stands up on the tips of her toes, places her other hand on my chest, leans in, and she kisses me. I relax, instantly.
Although her lips on mine is something I crave every second of every day, my brows jump as an initial reaction, not expecting her to do it so effortlessly while in an attempt to hide our secret. I don't question her intentions though, nor do I pull away, I simply kiss her eagerly as I would any other moment when the two of us have time alone. But when our lips soon part from the swift kiss in the middle of the hall, Maya leans away from me as I lean back in for more. She rests her forehead against mine and lets a small laugh escape her mouth while she sinks back down onto her heels as her flirtatious eyes flick back up to mine.
"You should come back to my place after this." I suggest quickly after rolling my bottom lip into my mouth as I place my hand back onto her waist, digging my dull nails into her hips, while I watch her eyes subtly widen from my eager touch. "I can take you back home later . . . Or maybe you could stay with me for the night." My words trigger her brows to jump, and to hide the temptation to smile, I glance toward the floor and bite the inside of my cheek. "Come on, I'll make you dinner." My eyes find hers.
