𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘺. 𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.
That's what everyone calls me while turning up their noses at me. Even if it's true, I don't care. I have a plan. Keep my head down and graduate from Huxley High to get into my dream un...
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Millie
"T-thank you for tonight. I had a great time..." I manage to speak as Bailey parks her Porsche in my driveway and cuts the engine, the amazing voice of Madison Beer in Yes baby fading from the speakers. With a quick glance, I notice my mom's car isn't here, the empty spot is a reminder of her absence.
"That's good to hear. I really thought you would be disappointed since you didn't get your release." Bailey confesses softly before laying her delicate hand on my thigh, her touch sending a shiver of excitement racing down my spine.
"Well, I'm kinda disappointed since I still haven't tasted your other lips..." I say in a whisper, the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
"Millie..." Bailey trails off as I draw in a deep breath, trying to ignore the way she slides her hand up my thigh, making the wetness between my thighs increase dangerously.
"I w-want more, Bailey." I admit, my voice barely above a whisper, the desperation evident in my tone as I place my hand on top of hers to guide her, silently urging her to keep touching me.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to regret this." Bailey replies, the rise and fall of her chest betraying the calm she's desperately trying to maintain.
"Yes, I'm sure. My mom isn't home yet..." I explain before lifting gently her hand to my lips and pressing a soft kiss to her skin. Bailey shudders at the sudden gesture, her breath catching as she's caught off guard by the boldness of the act.
"I don't think I'll be able to let you go once I make you mine. Once we cross this line, there's no turning back. There won't be no way back." Bailey voices as she leans back in her leather seat, never taking her eyes off me. The weight of her gaze full of unspoken promises, and her tone carries an indisputable warning.
"I want you to make me y-yours," I voice my thoughts, swallowing hard as the lump in my throat tightens, making it almost impossible to form a coherent sentence.
"Jeez, Millie. I'm going to ruin you..." Bailey croaks, her features twitching as if in pain, like she's fighting some internal battle, one that I'm not aware of.
"I don't care if you ruin me as long as you make me scream your name," I admit, surprising myself with my choice of words, even though my voice is barely above a whisper. A stray curse exits Bailey's tempting lips the moment the declaration leaves my mouth, her hands clenching into fists as if she's trying to suppress an unveiled desire.
"I'll make sure you're always screaming my name, then. Now, get out of my car, please,"Bailey blurts as she unfastens her seatbelt and reaches out to the door handle urgently, her trembling hands betraying the calm facade she's desperately trying to keep.
"W-wait!" I whisper-yell, as I grab her hand to stop her.
"Yes, baby?" She responds softly, her gaze scrutinising my face as if she's trying to uncover all my secrets and register them in her brain.
