Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack.
"That's for spray painting my car," I said.
Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman."
"Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her...
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Esmeralda's POV
The weekend was just full of food, sleep, and sex. Now I get why every teen wants some sort of sexual experience every now and then, as if they're addicted—I'm addicted at this point. Mainly because it's Caleb I've been doing this with. My body has been so sore, and the two of us took a day off today. Being Monday, Trevor got suspicious as to why I skipped my lectures—I never skip Mondays. Hell, Caleb could feel how exhausted I was and volunteered to skip college with me.
He says it's "moral support," but I thought he was just trying to get in my pants again. Surprisingly, in contrast, he made brunch, then we lay on the couch and binge-watched movies the entire time. Unusual for him, he says. And that's exactly what we're doing right now. In each other's arms, watching The Princess Diaries—my pick ;)—to which he kept teasing me.
"I still can't believe you're watching this movie for the hundredth time this year. Is it over-exaggeration, Cherry?" he says, looking at me, chuckling.
"Probably, but I should be the one shocked knowing you've never watched The Princess Diaries. You live under a rock, Caleb Ferguson," I retaliate.
"This is your favorite movie, isn't it, Cherry?"
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Why?"
"Guess," I say to see how well he knows me.
"Hmm, because you want to be a princess. You show how perfect, untouchable, and soft you are, but in reality, you're going through your own shit. You try to block everyone out and prefer to be alone because everything seems made up to you. Isn't it, Cherry?"
I was in complete shock. Yes, he was right. Every word he revealed about me seemed to hit a nerve, and I didn't want to give him the pleasure of being right. Somehow, my tad bit of confidence burst out, and I became a total flirt, which I regretted right after.
"No, baby, it's because I'm trying to be your fucking princess."
"I might just make you my queen, though," he smirked and pulled me in for a wild kiss. His hands moved toward my hips, teasing me with his mouth as I felt desperate, trying to grip onto him and move his hands further down, wanting friction.
His kisses deepened, igniting a fire in me that had been smoldering for days. The softness of the couch contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from our bodies. As he pulled away for a brief moment, his breath came out in ragged gasps. I could feel my heart racing, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.
"God, Cherry, you're driving me insane," he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire.
"Good," I whispered back, my own voice laced with the same hunger.
With that, he surged forward, capturing my lips once more, but this time it felt different—darker, more urgent. The playful banter melted away as his hands gripped my thighs, lifting me effortlessly to straddle him. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and my body responded eagerly. I rolled my hips against him, teasingly, reveling in the way his eyes darkened with lust.
