|| 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝗲 || 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 ||
Best friends, ever since they were practically in the womb, both of their moms grew up together. After a couple of faulty marriages, they decided to move both families into one house. They spent their s...
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—NOVA POV—
Let's just say, the only fireworks happening weren't from the fact, It was officially midnight.
"Tom!" I cried out, my hands running up and down his back. My fingernails, digging into the warm skin. The feeling, I felt was surreal.
He sent another powerful thrust, the bed frame hitting the wall. The sounds of crackling, echoing into the house.
We both looked at the window, at the same time. The amazing display shooting up into the air.
It only took a couple seconds, before he was back to what he was doing before.
I threw my head back onto the pillow, the aching between my legs finally being released. Moaning, his name, as if it was the only word that existed.
He grunted, pulling his length out onto my lower stomach, his cock pressing up against my pelvis.
"Again?" I asked, with a cheeky grin.
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"I can't believe we leave, tomorrow." I pouted, walking down the snowy streets.
Tom tilted his head down, nearing my ear."When we graduate, i'm moving us back." He whispers.
"Promise?!" I gasped, in excitement.
"Promise." He stuck his pinky out, oh my goodness he is serious.
I interlocked my pinky with his, both of us kissing our thumbs. "That was basically, a binding contract. You can't get out of it now." I told him, fully believing my words.
It felt so different here from California, disregarding the fact it was 1AM, everyone was still out. Walking, and talking.
Some restaurants were still open, having outside seating. People, sipping on their wine as they had random conversations. I couldn't help myself, from listening in. It was, a little fun.
"Baby, look it's a snowman!" I dragged his hand, running up to the glowing snowman.
He smiled at me looking so excited, pulling his phone out. It was a fake snowman, but nonetheless. I still loved it.
I posed, in a silly manner. As he snapped the photo. Tom walked up to me, getting in the frame. He held the phone, like a facebook mom. Ready, to upload it for the whole family.
"That's not a good angle on me." I grumbled.
"I think you're incredibly beautiful, from any angle." He complimented, a certain flutter forming in my stomach.
"Amerikaner." A guy spat, walking past us.
He completely, just ruined the moment.
"Ich wette, du hast einen kleinen schwanz!" I shouted back, at the ugly man.
