"Lower, lower! Please. Stop. Teasing. Me!" My breath twitched at the sensation of his tongue creating small figures eights dangerously close to my heat. "Please, plea--" I moaned before a cup of cold water was drenched over my head.
"Wake the fuck up! Really wet dreams? Gross," Andrea's voice was laced with disgust. I heard her feet patter away and I rolled off the bed, soaking wet--I mean in a wet shirt, it was cold and uncomfortable.
"I'm staying in today.." I mumbled exchanging my tank top for an old worn out Jonas Brother's concert tee. It was the first concert I ever attended and definitely at the top of the list. "Tell everyone hi and um make something up, tell them I'm not feeling good. I'm not in the mood today," I switched beds and leaped onto Andrea's.
"Actually I'm pretty sure I know what you're in the mood for," She paused mid sentence and broke out into a fit of laughter. She was certainly a class D comedian.
"Bye!" I shouted and groaned into the pillow.
I was tempted to stay in bed, surround by warm blankets and fully pillows but Andrea was slightly right... I was in the mood for something, well actually someone.
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Fanfiction“Let me bring your imagination to life,” I spoke seductively, bringing up his exact words from last night where he bluntly stated he was imagining what it would be like to be with me after I confessed that I was good for the world and only bad for m...