When Sloan Casey was at her lowest point at 17, she met Alex Abrams. Though sheltered it was almost as if Alex brought her back to life through her struggles. But after falling for Alex, the last thing she expected was for him to ghost her.
But what...
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We sat underneath those constellations again. But this time with a bag of greasy food and me in a nicer dress instead of sweats.
"That one there" he points to a glowing orange star "Antares, it's my favorite, because it's the one that always catches my eye first when I look up" I stand from the mattress and make my way through the gallery.
Pieces of art filled my eye view, but one, just like Antares, caught my eye. So I freeze as I stare at it, I feel his arms wrap around me from behind.
The painting was me, on a summers day by some beach. I'd never seen anything like it, usually I'd just make stick figures. But this oil painting in front of me, was actually me.
"God it's beautiful Alex" a smile is formed against his lips pressed against my back. I feel my heart thumping, as I turned to him. My face is feathered with his soft kisses.
We hold eye contact, the lights in the room makes his eyes shine.
"I'm falling in love with you Sloan" and with that, the thumping leaves and instead my heart bursts. I want to cry for some reason, but I don't let myself succumb to it.
"I'm falling in love with you Alex" I think I already fell, harder than I was supposed to and that thought terrified me.
"I take it back" I say and a look of hurt shows across him "I love you" my confession leaves me in a haze, but not of nerves, of confidence, or relief.
"I love you too Sloan, who couldn't love you" my arms make their way around his neck and my legs around his waist.
He takes me back into the main room under the constellations as he continues to feather me with kisses. I stand back on my own two feet "Unzip my dress?" He stood behind me and lowered the zipper to the dress before it pooled to my feet.
I stood in just a laced black thong "No bra? Rebellious Casey" I turned to face him and his hands cupped my ass "You'll be the end of me."
His hands wrapped around my waist pulling me closer as goosebumps swarmed wherever his hands would touch.
"Make me yours" I whisper.
"Tell me what you want exactly princess?" His fingers pulled back the two strand of hair that laid loosely between my face.
"I want you, all of you"
I help him remove his shirt displaying the inked art that covered his skin. I traced my finger over my name "Mine?"
"Yours" he replies, a swarm of butterflies fills my stomach. His pants drop to the floor leaving him in his briefs and I feel nervous. I was never nervous, but the last time I had sex, was this date a year ago unwanted.
He senses it, and now I'm nervous "We don't have to Sloan, I'm not going to make you do anything you're uncomfortable with."
"No, I want to... it's just been awhile" he nods. I reached for his waist band and pull it a down. And a lump forms in my throat as I hear him laugh.
