Rules of Friendship | 18+

𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 ♡

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦

➵➵➵➵➵➵➵♡➵➵➵➵➵➵➵

Serenity and I were slick with sweat by the third time I made her come.

Her chest heaved as she lay spread against her sheets, the floral design making her look like my personal angel of summer. Her hair had started to curl, sticking to her forehead, and her eyes closed as we relaxed in the sticky summer air. "You're beautiful," Serenity blinked tiredly, rolling her head to look at me, and I reached up to push her hair from her forehead, her smile growing at the soft touch, "And all mine."

Serenity nodded, slowly rolling onto her side so she could lay against my side. It didn't matter that we were sweaty, or that she was covered in my come, all I cared about was having her in my arms. "If fifteen-year-old Serenity knew what she was about to get in with you six years later," I chuckled, kissing the top of her head, "I would've told her to hold on because she was about to be on a wild ride."

I smiled down at Serenity, her naked body feeling so right against mine. At fifteen years old, I never dreamed that I would land a chance with Serenity Parks. She was the pretty girl in class, with a giant smile and the kindest heart. But then she turned the corner around the lockers in hall b, the mathematics wing, and crashed into me, nearly falling on her ass. I caught her arm, pulling her up and she's been my best friend ever since. I think I fell in love with her shortly after that, but I had been so scared of losing her friendship, that I ignored it. But I had always felt guilty because I had let my girlfriends treat her like shit, I had let them shove a wedge between us, I had let them force doubt into her.

My finger traced the apple of her cheek, her freckles stark against her pink flushed face. It was like someone took a paintbrush and splattered pain all along her cheeks, but I loved the intricacies of them, often tracing my fingertip against the dots as she slept beside me. I loved her so much it was painful, and I've ruined her trust for so long. The guilt was debilitating sometimes. Much like now, after I watched her stand up to Peggy. She didn't deserve their hatred, Serenity was the sweetest person in the world, and I continued to let these people treat her like garbage. "I'm so sorry."

Serenity blinked up at me, her eyes bleary with sleep, but she fought to keep her gaze on me, "I've let so many people treat you like shit over the years," my palm pressed against her cheek, cupping her beautiful face so I could study her. "You never deserved that, never deserved to have them take their anger out on you. And I took advantage of your love, I'm so fucking lucky you still love me in any capacity, much less as a boyfriend," Serenity's eyes welled up with tears, and I felt mine mirror hers, the stinging sensation almost unbearable. "You didn't deserve Peggy's onslaught of insults for years, you didn't deserve Sharon ruining our relationship for so many years, and you didn't deserve for me to turn on you when I was in Malibu. You always gave me the best version of you, and I should've fucking done the same."

"Steve."

But I powered on, letting loose all the words I'd held onto for years. "I've always loved you, I love you more every fucking day, I love your laugh and your smile and the way you've always welcomed me home, how you've become my home," Serenity pushed up on my chest so she could look at me, her hand sliding up my slick chest to cup my cheek, "I think I fell in love with you at fifteen, and I've fought it for so fucking long and now that I have you I'm so scared to lose you for good," The S pendant swung between her breasts and that reminder of who's initial she wore, who's pendant was on her made my heart soar to the clouds, "I'm so sorry for everything, for every bad thing I've said, for the years of bullshit treatment you've had to endure at the hands of my exes, I'm sorry for not being the version you needed of me sooner. I love you Serenity, so fucking much it's painful."