𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟓 || 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER 47: 𓆩♡𓆪

Note: Picture You - Chappell Roan (but specifically the clara smallman cover of it)

CW: Explicit sexual content

When I'm finished writing into my diary, I close it up and clip my pen back onto the spine of it. Usually, after I have showered, I like to write into my diary a recap from the day. It's mostly simple stuff that I write down. Stuff you don't bother mentioning to your friends but feel significant to your day anyway.

The night is silent as I hold the journal in my hands, sitting on my bed. I touch the textured cover with my fingertips.

I don't really like writing in my diary everyday. It gets boring and tiring. So, I skip days to get enough mentionable moments before putting it into my diary.

I rub my legs together - They're really soft. I've just shaved. I listen to the soft patter of rain coming down on my window.

I turn my head to look out my window. It's dark, and I bet it's cold out there, too.

My eyebrows furrow. My soul aches.

I put my diary on my bedside table, slowly shifting to lay in my bed. The rustle of my clothes and my bedsheets is a satisfying sound.

I rest my hands on my stomach, laying on my back.

I go from rubbing my legs together to.. rubbing my thighs together. My lips part.

I look away from my window and instead up at my ceiling.

My hand slips under the waistband of my shorts... passed my underwear.. and my hand hovers over my most sensitive part of myself.

There's so much warmth radiating off of me. I tentatively dive my fingers towards it like a fly attracted to light.

My fingers spread.. touch.. play. My head gets all fuzzy and my hips respond.

Impatiently, I use my free hand to drag my tank top up and over my breasts. I toy with a hard nipple as my back arches, and a soft moan falls from my lips.

I close my eyes and let the pleasure build.

I feel slender fingers on my hips again. I feel the barely-there brush of lengthy hair against my arm. I hear a murmur, telling me that I've done so good. That I feel so good.

"Liz.."

"Ah..."

"Mmh.. na..."

"Lizzie.."

"Liz.."

"Liz.."

"Lizzie!"

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I look at my clock on my bedside table, checking the time. I had just got out the bathroom, wiping some of the remaining water on my hands onto my shorts.

11:30 PM.

Impulsively, I grab my phone and shoot a text.

Me: I miss you.
(Sent 11:36 PM)

Lizzie: You mean nothing to me.
(Sent 11:36 PM)

Me: Please. I thought hard about us. I evaluated myself and everything. I'm a better person now, Liz. And I'm not scared anymore. I don't care if Hugh finds out or if any of our friends find out. I need you back.
(Sent 11:52 PM)
➤ Delivered