BM wrapped his arms around my waist as we walked out of the club. I know it's not legal that he drives home, but I'm only 15 so I don't want to get us pulled over.
"Hey, Babe?" BM says as sort of a question after he starts driving.
"Hm?" I respond.
"I love you..." He says.
"BM, you're drunk you don't mean it," I say even though I want him to be serious. For the rest of the 10 minute drive, I had to listen to why he loves me. Almost everything he said was based of appearance -eye roll-.
We got out of the truck in front of this really nice hotel. I grabbed the book bag I used to hold my clothes. As we walked inside, I realized this place had to cost a shit load of money. I was touched that BM would do something like this for me. Our room was like a penthouse I guess, apparently it is the whole 13th floor.
BM'S POV
Mira looked so cute, the face she was making made her look so innocent.
"BM," she said as she tapped my shoulder, "this place is so fucking amazing!"
"Wait until you see our room, babe," I said as I pulled her towards the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed, I pushed her back against the wall.
"BM, what are you doing?" Mira said she sounded concerned. I ignored her and started to kiss and suck on her neck.
"Mm, Michael," she started to moan...
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