Stella was a seventeen year old girl who liked fine wine and expensive jewels, at the cost of the suitor of the month. Whilst on a path to destruction, she meets Carlisle; a man who never expected to be so infatuated with a woman so young, but her b...
Pretty mild sexual content. Just like... making out and touchy feely nothing extreme. Haha just thought I would give a warning.
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Karliah and I talked for hours, laughing and drinking unhealthy amounts of coffee. I liked her a lot, she was funny and edgy. I finally made a friend.
"Hey, uh, do you want to come back to my place," Karliah asked, a light blush setting in on her cheeks.
I grinned. "Yeah, that would be great."
We each took our cars and I followed her to her apartment. When she opened the door, I fell in love with it. It was small, cozy, and perfect. It was well taken care of and obviously loved.
"Do you not like it?" She asked, seeming embarrassed.
"No, that's not it. I love it."
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Karliah's Apartment
She let me drape my coat and bag on the couch as she lit up candles watered the plants.
I sat down and watched her, mesmerized. She was so graceful. She was kind. She was everything I was not.
"Whatcha staring at me for?" She asked, laughing, as she climbed over to me.
"You're gorgeous."
She came up beside me, I turned to face her. Her face inched closer to mine as we kissed slowly. Her lips were soft and inviting.
She climbed on top of me, kissing down my neck to my collar bone. I ran my hand up the hem of her sweater, grazing her soft skin.
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Night had fallen and we sat in the candlelight, sipping cups of tea that she had formulated herself. She was an artist, unfinished canvases placed against the far wall, waiting to be finished into masterpieces. She also liked to study herbs and plants, obvious from the amount of plants that were in the room.
"So tell me," she began cheekily, a mischievous smile gracing her lips. "Are you gay?"
I set my cup of tea on the coffee table and chuckled. "Half."
She nodded and grinned. "Full," she spoke, indicating that she was, in fact, solely attracted to females. "Ooh wait, do you have some guy at home or something?" She asked, her laugh loud.
"It's complicated. There's one who I'm with but not really with because he's married. But then there's one I want, who is also married, but they aren't faithful to each other. Jesus, I sound like a messy, messy home wrecker." I put my face in my hands.
She pried my hands off my face, placing a small kiss on my lips. "A little bit, I'm no liar. But, maybe you haven't found the right person yet and that's why you're still . . . with them." The end of the sentence sounded more like a question.
