They were inseparable, best friends from the mere age of seven. Where did it all go wrong?
Amelia and Rafe.
Rafe and Amelia.
One never seen without the other at their side.
"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘈 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶...
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𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧
I watch her walk off, swallowing down hard at the sight of her hips swaying to each step she takes until she's out of sight. I clear my throat, trying to ignore the way my dick is straining against my pants. I grow acutely aware of the way my skin tingles and my blood rushes when I'm near her, hyper sensitive to her presence.
"Damn dude, you've got it bad" Topper chuckles by my side, my head snapping in his direction when I realise he is still stood here, my erection thankfully calming down at the sound of his voice.
"Shut up" I grumble, but there's a hint of tightness to my voice that's hard to ignore.
"Whatever man..." he grins, holding his hands up in mock surrender. I shoot him an icy glare, a scoff leaving my lips before I'm storming off, eager to get out of this house, away from the suffocating reminder of her.
I make it home, greeting my dad with a stiff grunt before I'm striding my way up the stairs to my bedroom. Collapsing back onto my bed, I stare up at the ceiling, my hands flexing and un-flexing in a weak excuse to calm my inner turmoil.
Of course, my thoughts are once again infiltrated by Amelia. The reminder of that sweet, addictive scent of coconut and vanilla that seems to always radiate from her, causing my head to whirl excruciatingly.
My eyes screw shut, feeling an all too familiar stir in my pants just at the mere thought of her. I palm myself over my jeans, eager to relieve some of the aching tension she's cursing upon me.
I groan, opening my eyes to retrieve my phone from the nightstand beside my bed, looking down at the screen with hooded eyelids and flushed cheeks. My thumbs dart over the screen with impatience, growing painfully restless for some sort of release, even if it's not with her.
"Come over"
"omw"
"Baby I've missed you" the blonde giggles as I pull her into my room, her arms flying up to wrap around the back of my neck. I attempt not to grimace, bringing my head down to the crook over her neck, kissing over his stale cigarette scented skin.
I pick her up with ease, dropping her down on the bed, my hips sat neatly between her thighs as my fingers begin feverishly tugging at the hem of her pink tank top, pulling it over her head.
Her hands weave between our bodies, eagerly working on the buttons of my jeans, until her hand is slipping beneath them, palming me over my boxers.
