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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞

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September 4th 1985

Graceland Harrington* (smut)

I slowly open my eyes and adjust them to the light shining brightly through the window. I stretch my body, causing me to yawn.

That's probably the best sleep I've had in weeks. No nightmares, no night sweats, no crying. Just sleep.

I close my eyes again, and lay still with a smile on my lips. I'm about to fall asleep again when I feel something on my cheek. My eyes snap open and I turn my gaze to my right. I look over and see Eddie, sleeping peacefully.

I almost forgot where I was.

The night before clouds my brain as I move further from him. I should leave, or just get up out of his bed.

I honestly wish I didn't kiss him. I have no romantic attraction for him and I feel like it made things awkward.

I can't deny the sexual attraction I have towards him, but it feels one sided.

Snapping me out of my head monologue I feel Eddie stir beside me. I look at him and his eyes slowly start to open. As he looks over at me he smiles and groans into his pillow.

"Morning" I say awkwardly. He pauses then looks at me. "Morning" he says with a smirk. Before I know it he pulls me in for a kiss. My lips meet his but mine don't move. My eyes go wide and I just stay still. He pulls away and laughs. "What? Don't want to kiss me now..."

I lightly laugh and turn away "it's not that, but I just..." I start. He pulls my face back to his and rests his hand on my cheek. "I want to be honest with you. I really liked that kiss last night...and it got me thinking..." he starts. I put my hand on his chest and shake my head. "I can't be in a relationship right now." I state.

He nods... "that's fine, because that's not what I was gonna say" he states with a smirk. I feel him slowly move his hand up my thigh. He tightly grips it and brings it over his own leg. He reaches behind me, placing his hands on my ass, and pulls me closer to him.

I lightly gasp when I feel him through my pants. He hard, very hard. What the hell is happening right now.

I must be dreaming...right?

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop" He whispers. I don't say anything. To afraid to even move.

He pulls me in again this time with a little force. My mouth slightly opens. He slowly starts to move his hips back and forth, grinding into me. It feels so fucking good. So good. Is it bad I need more already...

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