You're a seventeen-year-old, who moves from ATL , to Portland, Oregon. Her life has been ordinary and dreary until she moved. Since then she has found herself growing an attachment to one person Jacob Skarsgard, a 237-year-old vampire frozen in his...
Me and Bill was lying in the grass, as I read my poetry book aloud, that was an assignment.
B-Bunny~
I was ѕтяα∂∂ℓιηg his lap, as he was looking up at me until he teasingly ρυℓℓѕ the book away.
He tries to кιѕѕ me, ρυℓℓιηg me down, but I ρυℓℓє∂ away smiling at him.
B-Come here.
He уαηкs me down and ѕℓαмs his ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴏɴ me flipping us.
Y-Roman! You know, I've got an English final. I gotta focus
B-When I want attention, give it to me.
He grins, кιѕѕιηg me anyway and I кιѕѕє∂ back. He sat us up deepening the кιѕѕ.
The sun briefly comes out from behind the clouds, causing Bill's skin to steam and sparkle, making the kiss appear magical. Then he ρυℓℓѕ away smiling at me.
B- Marry me.
I laughed smiling. It's not the first nor the fiftieth time he's asked. This is clearly a game between us at this point.
Y- No.
B-Boo. Ƒυ¢кιηg ωнσʀє~ my ƒυ¢кιηg ωнσʀє. Ƒυ¢кιηg marry me.
Y- Change me~
He кιѕѕєѕ my neck, and I wrapped my arms around him waiting until he looks at me and he does.
B-Okay. I will if you marry me, It's called a compromise.
I smiled shaking my head and pushing him down. His hands instantly goes to my вυтт ѕqυєєzιηg lightly to him, but to me he was gripping really нαяᴅ.
I was use to it by now.
Y-It's just called coercion. It's not fair. Marriage is just, a piece of paper.
B-Where I am from, it's the way one says, 'I love you, and I wanna claim you, and you're мιηє for ever'.
Y-Yea? Well, where I come from, at my age It's the way one says, 'I just got knocked up'.
I кιѕѕє∂ his ʟɪᴘs one last time before affectionately pushing him away, sitting back up and he did too.
B-So, you're wanna those girls. You're worried about what people will think. I don't give a ƒυ¢к, let them think that.
I gave him a pointed look, and he didn't blink once as he made eye contact.
Y-You know, two out of three marriages end in divorce.
B-Well, I think you'll find the whole Ρσѕѕєѕѕινє mate upir bond divorce rate is a ℓιттℓє lower. Non-existent actually. If my dad was still here maybe Olivia wouldn't be such a ƒυ¢кιηg prude.
We are inches apart, now, sitting up. My arms are around him, as I tease his ʟɪᴘs, and he growled, ℓι¢кιηg his.
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