I knew it once I saw her. She had changed over the summer, in a good way. Her pale legs, the she had always covered before, were now tanned to the perfect shade; she wore more revealing clothes; she had gotten contacts bringing out the blue in her eyes; and on her stomach, she had gotten her belly button peirced. Simple yet sexy. I wanted, no, needed to have sex with her. But if the rumors were true, I didn't have a chance. The rumors of her still having her v-card, the rumors that she wouldn't have a little fun with a guy because of a stupid ring on her finger. But I would change that.
Our relationship would never be considered platonic.
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Platonic// h.s
FanfictionPlatonic /plə ' tänik/ adjective (of love or friendship) intimate and affectionate but not sexual -- sexual content and some cussing
