Christian Westbrook, an emotionless seventeen-year-old who is far too mature for his age, is trapped in a life with his aunt and uncle. It was never his intention, but he didn't have an option. His life has been irreparably altered, and he longs for...
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(MINE)
He has his arms wrapped around me, softly massaging my body as my chest rests on his back. A bath with Christian is like floating in clouds.
He's gently, soft and careful with how he touches me. I can never say I've done this after sex, spend time with them in a bath tub.
As I said before you're left unsatisfied, with no dignity left. But right now I'm feeling extremely satisfied and an unbreakable smile is on my face, I'm just glad he can't see it.
"Is this temperature okay?" He asks, running his hand down my arm as he lathers my body with soap.
I nod, "It's good,"
We go back quiet, enjoying each other's company as he kisses my head and run his hands over my body.
Bubbles pratically cover us completely and it smells like coconut. It's pleasant and gentle and it feels amazing on my skin.
The water was warm unlike his room which is extremely cold. You'd think heaters would be the only thing on at this time of year.
I only now get a sudden insecurity in my stomach. How many girls have actually been in this same position.
It shouldn't bother me as much as it does but I can't help but shake the feeling that this isn't a first time thing for him as it is for me.
I can't bring myself to speak when I open my mouth but he seems to notice.
"What's on your mind?" He asks softly.
I shake my head in response. I wasn't going to be that way, I shouldn't care.
"Tell me love,"
Butterflies, fucking butterflies voliate my stomach and make my body feel tingly.
"How many girls have you actually done this with?" I ask.
I feel embarrassed asking the question, why should I care. It's me right now not some other girl.
"You mean slept with?" He asks, raising a brow.
Now that he brings it up, I also now want to know that answer. What if it's over ten and he has like some border line stds that he hasn't told me about.
What if he's gone raw.
When I don't reply he chuckles softly before kissing my neck.
