dms: timmy connors

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"uh," vanessa laughed uneasily, "w-what? you don't love me."

"maybe you're right," nick sighed, "i just think about you and you make me happy."

"stop." vanessa protested.

"I wish I could stop how I feel so badly. I wish that I could change it, it make me so sad."

"no, don't love me. no, no, no." she scolded him.

"vanessa, you care about me. I know you do."

"please, just stop."

"you were a serious day one for me. you were supporting me for, like, forever!" he tried to keep his voice low, "you loved me, I know we stopped talking because I got bigger but I never forgot about you."

"things change, I'm with timmy and I love him."

"do you really love him, though?" he pressed on.

"yes! that's what I'm telling you, I love him and he loves me."

"that's why he hurt you-"

"stop."

"that's why he kissed kay-"

"stop! he's my baby." vanessa began to get hysterically upset.

"no, don't give me that shit," nick responded angrily, "I know that you felt something when we touched."

nick's eyes looked over her, all sexual tension he had ever felt towards her manifested in a warm sensation. without thinking about it, he placed his large hand on her inner thigh and beamed back up at her.

"are you fucking serious?" she asked, removing his hand aggressively.

"I know you want me." he smoothly said.

"no." she said firmly but she questioned herself for a second, "I don't want you. I want timmy. he's mine and I'm his."

"how many times are you gonna tell yourself that?"

"I'm," her breath caught looking into nick's eyes, "his."

"vanessa-"

"if you ever, and I mean ever put a hand on me again I will have timmy deal with you."

"oh yeah, what will he do?" nick mocked.

"beat. your. ass." with each word she leaned closer to his face and with every angry huff that she took he could feel her warm breath wash over his face. it smelt like warmth and strawberries.

he saw a golden opportunity and he took it, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her deeply.