Trapped

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"That was exhausting." Shawn groans and falls back onto the bed.

Vic spent hours shopping. Literal hours. We ran around the whole city after her and didn't get to do anything else interesting apart from watch her have fun.

"Just be glad she got you stuff." I laugh and sit on the bed beside him.

"Yeah, the shirt with the tassels on the bottom I'll be wearing everyday." He sits up and rolls his eyes.

I wonder what's happening at home... If Aaron has even realised we've left, or if Leila let it slip and told him, she's never been good at keeping her mouth shut. When dad video calls me where do I tell him I am? He'll surely notice the change in background... Or does he even care and notice about that stuff like I do?

"What's wrong?" Shawn takes my face between his large hands and rubs his thumbs over my cheeks.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"A beautiful, smart girl." He kisses my forehead. "But still a shit liar."

"I'm just thinking about everything at home." I admit. "Like, Aaron will be so pissed when we get back."

"So? Who gives a fuck about him?"

"He just... He hates us together so much. And he's my best friend."

"So? We don't live to please him, or Leila or Vic, or your mom and dad. We're together to make each other happy. Fuck everyone else. and if he was your best friend he would get it, or at least accept it." At this moment I think back to the time I first walked into that cell. Where he made a shit joke about me sucking him off. I feel like I don't even know that boy, and that I never did.

What if I hadn't been asked to change cell's? What if at this point I never knew him? He'd surely still be back in that place. He wouldn't have done half the nice shit he has without me convincing him, helping him. Even if he was out where would he be? On the streets?

"You're not the boy I met when I first walked into that cell." I laugh.

"Good." He steps towards me and grabs my face in his hands again, digging his fingers into my skin. "I don't ever want to be that person again." He shakes his head and I can't help but lean up and kiss him.

He's done so much, and I'm so proud of him. I've never felt actual joy and happiness for someone else. He makes me feel happy feelings and shit that I've never felt before, and ever even thought about feeling.

His hands travel to the bottom of my shirt and he pulls it over my head before grabbing my breasts in both of his hands, squeezing and caressing them. It feels so good and I groan into his mouth. I lift his shirt up over his head and push him back down onto our bed.

we have to keep quiet due to Victoria in the room opposite us, but right now I want him more than I ever had. I climb off his lap to bring his jeans down his legs, followed by my own.

I climb back onto his lap, my half bare body on his and his hands move back up to my chest. Greedily grabbing and rubbing me and I can't help by moan before pressing my lips to his neck and rubbing myself slowly against him. I don't know how far this will go and at this point I don't fucking care. I just want to be as close to him as I can.

"I love you." I moan and rub myself harder against him, sucking the skin on his neck as his fingers dig into my hips.

"I love you. So much." He groans and I feel him harden against me as he reaches behind my back to unclasp my bra. I slide the straps down my arms and he takes his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Fuck." He breathes before leaning forward and sucking on the skin on my chest, his tongue swirling around my sensitive nipple, and I didn't know something could feel so good.
I moan and grab a fist full of his hair, rocking harder against him as his tongue swirls around my breast and his hand cups the other.