BOOK #1 IN SINFUL CHRONICLES
PROLOGUE:
"You need to stop touching me every single time you see me," I said gritting
" And says who? Miss Goody two shoes, you have no power to stop me from touching what's mine. " He replied smirking.
"I am not yo...
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Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That baby, you the best
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"She's with me, fast asleep in your room," I said calmly.
"I'll be there soon," she replied before the call disconnected.
I pocketed my phone, gently holding Tisha's hand and resting her palm against my cheek, kissing it softly.
"Hey," I greeted as Allison walked in and sat beside Tisha on the bed.
"You never told me,"I said my tone hinting at what I was thinking.
"Not told you what, my dear twin brother?" Allison asked, playing innocent.
"That she liked me," I replied, trying to keep my voice low.
"Well, who told you that?" Allison asked, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
"She confessed it herself," I said, gently squeezing Tisha's hand
"Wait, what? When? How?" Allison bombarded me with questions.
"It doesn't matter. I don't think she'll remember anything by morning."
"Who won't remember anything?" Tisha asked groggily, pulling the sheets around her.
Allison facepalmed and muttered, "Oh god."
"Marcus, is that you?" Tisha mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she began to sit up in bed. She reached out, her hands gently exploring my face and hands as if trying to confirm my presence.
The straps of her dress had slipped down, and her breasts were nearly exposed. Her nipples were concealed by delicate pasties, but the situation was still quite revealing. I felt a surge of instinctive protectiveness and tenderness.
Without fully understanding my own reaction, I reached up to adjust her dress. I carefully pulled the straps back into place, making sure she was more covered. Then, I cupped her face gently in my hands, looking into her eyes with a reassuring smile.
"Yes, doll, it's me," I murmured softly, hoping my presence would bring her some comfort.
"I missed kissing your lips," Tisha murmured, her fingers tracing the contours of my lips as if to reacquaint herself with them.
