"Please, stop or I'll shoot!!" We were both crying now. Why am I crying?
Julia continued approaching, raising the bat above her head. I stumbled backwards and, without thinking, pulled the trigger.
No sound.
No smoke.
Nothing.
"You would have shot me?!"
The gun was empty, I realized too late. I should have known.
"Of course not!" I replied, thinking quickly. "I was role-playing. I thought it would be romantic..."
The tears stopped rolling down her cheeks and she slowly smiled. "It is."
Julia leaned down to kiss me and I kissed back with passion— passion I suddenly couldn't remember if I was faking. And as her tongue slid between my lips, I forgot why I was trying to escape in the first place. This is what I wanted.
"I want you," I gasped. "Please, Julia."
She smiled. "You're ready to go public?"
I nodded.
"But what about your boyfriend?"
"Who?"
Julia's eyes glistened with something I didn't recognize. "Perfect."
I got those butterflies again, the ones I used to think were telling me to run away. I ignored them. I remembered nothing except Julia.
Kisses.
Fingers.
Pleasure.
Fireworks.
YOU ARE READING
Oneshots
Любовные романыSometimes I have inspiration for something but there is no way I have the patience to turn it into a full story. This is my solution! These scenes will have minimal context, spared details, and it will be up to you to make your own interpretation. M...
