Juliana Woodland and Nate Jacobs have been best friends for as long as they can remember.
They are now in their junior year at East Highland High School and things are starting to get complicated.
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Inside the brightly lit bathroom at the party, Nate and Juliana stood in silence for a moment as their eyes searched each others. Without a word, he stepped closer, his hands sliding around her waist.
"You look so beautiful, that dress is perfect on you." He spoke in a low voice.
She couldn't help but smile, despite the tension in the air and how unsure she felt. "Thanks. Some idiot bought it for me."
He chuckled and placed his large hand on her cheek, his thumb tracing her plump bottom lip, giving her goosebumps.
"I miss you, Juliana."
"I miss you too."
She couldn't swear who leaned in first but the next thing she knew, their lips met. Their kiss was desperate, a mash of tongues and teeth that left her breathless. He cupped her face with one hand, using his other one to pull her against his body.
She felt her resolve crumbling, the walls she had so carefully constructed in the days since he left starting to crack. Her logical side was telling her to stop, that it was a bad idea, but her body had a mind of its own.
Without breaking their kiss, Nate lifted her onto the sink counter as her legs wrapped around him. He hitched her dress up over her hips as he nipped and sucked her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.
And then, he was on his knees, draping her legs over his shoulders and kissing his way up her thighs. Suddenly, his mouth was on her, exploring her with a fervor that made her cry out and grab onto his hair.
The sensations were overwhelming, a whirlwind of pleasure that she hadn't felt since they were together. She knew it hadn't even been that long, but it somehow felt like forever since she felt this good.
She leaned back, bracing herself against the mirror as he worked his tongue and fingers, her body responding to his touch with an urgency she hadn't anticipated.
He didn't give her time to catch her breath after she came. He stood up, his eyes dark with lust, and pulled her to her feet, pushing her against the bathroom door. The cold metal was a shock to her overheated skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
Seconds later he was inside her, his movements reckless and frantic. It was rough, almost violent, with his hands burrowing into her skin and his hips slamming into hers.
She tried to keep her moans quiet, but as always when she was with him, it was impossible. Her nails dug into his back as he pounded into her, the door rattling with the force of it.
She felt alive, consumed by the heat and intensity of their reunion as he claimed her with a ferocity that would have been frightening if it was anyone else.
She found herself matching his rhythm, her body craving the release that only he seemed to be able to provide. She was used to their sex being rough, but this was even more than what she had grown accustomed to. She could barely breathe but she couldn't get enough of it.
