𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... a fifteen year old girl falls head over heels for a blast from the past.
𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐃, hopelessly in love with a man who never bat an eye in her direction.
Or so... she thought?
...
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I finished curling my last strand of hair.
I actually looked... pretty freaking awesome.
I flipped my head upside down, shaking the curls out so that they'd become more loose. When I was done with that, I only sprayed a little bit of hairspray.
I didn't want my hair to be crunchy.
Two soft knocks sounded from the other side of the doorway.
"Come in!"
I went to my bed, putting on my red close toed velvet heels. They were chunky and bad as fuck, they made me three inches taller.
I love them.
Tom came in, gently shutting the door behind him. "How did you get past my mom?"
"She left to the store to get more chip bowls." He answered, I pulled my dress down as I stood, making my way over to him.
He shamelessly eyed me up and down and I could feel the tension get thicker by the minute. I tried to break it by reaching a hand up to his perfect bun.
"You listened."
"Fuck, I always listen to you." He let out, in a strained voice.
I looked down.
Yep.
"Tom, this is an issue." I stated.
Without thinking, I grazed my palm over his hard-on.
Oh.
He tensed beneath my hand.
I did not mean to do that.
My cheeks reddened as I looked up to him. I'm about ready to panic.
"I'm sorry." I blurted. "I don't know why I did that, it felt like reflex."
"Jesus christ, baby." Tom pulled me into his front, firmly grabbing onto my waist.
"How many times have I told you not to apologize?" He mumbled, already ducking his head down, he suckled on the side of my neck. I held onto the sides of his.
"I didn't mean to." I whispered, letting my head fall back, I gave him better access, while he kissed a straight line up to my lips.
I found myself walking backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
I fell back, pulling him down with me. Tom leveled above my hips, his legs straddling my sides. He brought one of my legs up, and ran his hands down my thigh.
