[18+ ONGOING]
Josephine Devereaux has spent her entire life wishing she liked change & spontaneity. But when she gets accepted into Southern Chicago U's forensics program, change suddenly isn't so scary. Fast forward two years- she's a junior at the...
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The second the door closes, the air thickens.
I'd never felt this before.
I mean, yeah, sexual tension is definitely real. Like I've experienced times where like I was around a boy and we both knew what was going to happen.
Or at least one of us thought they knew what was going to happen.
They were always disappointed to find out that I had a different idea of what was going to happen.
Something that usually consisted of me subtly opening up my photos app and going into the favorites folder without them seeing.
And then proceeding to play the prerecorded video I have of Cal from over a year ago, panicking over god knows what, pretending she's on FaceTime with me, screaming that she needs me.
She made sure to throw in a couple buzzwords— period, a boy's name, throwing up— and then faked a couple tears.
It was my most prized possession. That had only not been used when I was alone with J.D.
And now. Because there was no video on the planet that was going to be able to stop what was about to happen.
Nerves began to swarm in my stomach, the inevitable pitfall of sobering up.
Luckily, Beck managed to take care of the worst part of these situations pretty quickly.
The second I hear the door close behind me, I'm tugged against his hard body within the seconds, being forced to face him.
My head tilts up and I scan his face.
His eyes flit around my face, dark and focused. His lips are pursed shut, the only movement being the subtle clench of his jaw. His hand lets go of mine and lands on my hips, pulling me into him even more. My hands find their place on his chest, and I try to not squirm in his hold upon feeling my body come into contact with the defined ridges of his torso that I somehow can still feel underneath his layers, one of the ridges especially defined, pressing against my lower stomach.
I resist the urge to clench my legs together, knowing that there wasn't really anyway to prevent myself from soaking my fucking pants after the past ten minutes.
But I wasn't embarrassed about it. Something told me that I had no reason to be.
One of Beck's hands leave my hip, his finger finding it's way under my chin to tilt my head up more.
"Let me kiss you, Josie." He murmurs, restraint laced in his tone.
I didn't want it. Restraint.
Years worth of restraint, mainly on my part. I should've known that holding myself back from the inevitable for so long would only make it that much more explosive when I finally gave in. I was fucking tired of restraint. I'd spent so long restraining myself from anything and everything that kept me from leaving familiarity.
