Anastasiya Greyson is back in her stuck up hometown for her senior year after the death of her mom. she already left once and she can't afford to get close to people just for her leave again. but would a friendship with her childhood love be worth t...
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August Matthews Saturday, April 9th
Her words barely register in my head before I'm placing down the box and closing the distance between us, slamming my lips to hers so fast I can't think.
I'm finally kissing the girl I love after too much time apart.
Never again. I'm never being apart from her for that long again.
Our lips clash together, both of our tongues seeking permission into the other's mouth. My hands fly from their harsh grip on her cheeks down to her waist, looping them around her and pulling her body flat against mine.
My dick is ecstatic to see her again, already starting to harden as her perfect body lines up against mine and our mouths battle against each other.
As much as I'd love to defile her in the kitchen of The Heartbake Bakery I think the security footage would show too much of something that is for my eyes only.
I slowly disconnect our lips and get a good look at her under the fluorescent lighting, her pale skin contrasts with her reddened and swollen lips, and our heavy breathing is the only sound for an eternity of a second while our gazes get lost in each other.
"Do you think you can make it home?" She breaks the silence, her voice breathy and filled with lust, obviously missing me as much as I did her.
"If we leave right now I might make it." I try to joke, but the rough scratchy voice that leaves my mouth emphasizes how much and how soon I need her.
I know she doesn't like how many people I had been with before her and that's the only reason I'm not suggesting we do it in my car. I know she wouldn't like doing anything in the car, both of us prefer doing it in my bedroom or hers because those places are special.
"Well then let's go, I'm not sure I'll make it either." She practically tears off her apron, throwing it on the stainless steel countertop and striding towards the back door.
