Her life was far from perfect.
With an absent father, an alcoholic mother, and two younger siblings to take care of, Aurora never believed in an exemplary life for herself and therefore for others.
Everyone looked at her from their rose-colored gl...
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Going to this party wasn't on my agenda. Being near so much alcohol was even more of a reason to stay home, but when Faith begged me to go to the first football game of the season, those pleading puppy eyes made me crumble. And I thought that would be the last time I made a decision to please someone today.
Then, the whole friend group encouraged me to go to a party. I was hesitant, hoping someone would say I seemed tired and that it was ok to go home. Destiny laughed in my face, and the moment Oliver's eyes met mine, I'd agreed by default.
I'd said yes, and I was positive that was the end of my crumbling for the night.
So goddamn sure.
Fucked. I was so utterly fucked the instant Oliver's warm breath trickled down my neck like a form of molten lava. The way his lips moved against my skin as he whispered in my ear, softly brushing against my sanity like he was meaning to destroy me. It was so twisted.
That's why I ran. I turned on my heel, rubbing the skin where his presence still lingered, trying to peel him off of me. It didn't in any way help because he followed me into a bathroom I had stumbled into. I tried not to look him in the eye, afraid that my body might betray me.
I, for the last time tonight, crumbled and turned to face him with a shaky voice as I replied to my name leaving his lips in an almost pleading way.
Somewhere along the way, this friendship had blurred in and out of some form of want and need. And my body needed him more than anything, even with me resisting any chance I could.
Now his lips were on mine. I stood frozen, shocked by the unfamiliar exchange. But he continued kissing me, desperate for whatever it was that he enjoyed in me. Eventually, I sigh into his touch, slouching back into the counter behind us as his hands slip from my face and around my waist. My own hands burry themselves into his soft brown waves.
This... this was perfect.
I expected a soft kiss as my first kiss, but this was tens of times better. The dominating aspect of him fighting to keep me from breathing between each movement of his lips against mine was so good.
His fingers dug into my torso and I'm left groaning into his mouth. Oliver pulls back at that, breathing roughly with his head against mine. "Fuck, baby. You cant do that." I'm still in a haze from the kiss, thoughts unable to form normally when I reply, "What?" He swallows, massaging his grip on my body. "You cant make those noises, or I might actually die."
Something was screwing with my wiring today because I compete ignored him and pulled him into me. This kiss resumes Oliver groaning before overtaking me with his lust. I'd never needed anything as much as this. Never needed to be this close to an individual to the point of insanity. Because I was insane. I was kissing the same guy that drove me crazy on a day-to-day basis.
