they don't have sex
this hardly comes as a shock, at this point
isaac's fingers, sensually cool and vehemently hot, have just begun to trace along her back
their destination the clasp of her bralette
when
the sound of the front door being opened echoes throughout the house
adeline feels as though she's broken the surface
of a lovely, blissful lake of pleasure
unhappy inhaling the frigid air
"fuck, fuck, fuck"
she makes to get up, and begin a frantic search for her shirt
isaac stops her
"hey, calm down"
she glares up at him, cheeks flaming red
for more than one reason
this boy had been about to see her at her most vulnerable,
at her most exposed
defenseless
walls down
nothing between them except for skin and delicious heat and . . .
love?
did isaac love her?
did she love him?
she's not sure if she's relieved or disappointed that they were interrupted
was her mind supposed to be at war with her heart?
her pride pitting against her desires?
was there something wrong with her?
or did this happen to everyone?
this was a question she had asked herself many times before
is it just me who feels this way,
or is there someone out there going through the exact same thing as me?
and i just don't know?
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into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
