Chapter Fifty Three

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME MAKE OUT SCENES. CONTINUE WITH CARE.

"Hey Johnny," Dove said with a forced happiness as she opened the door. A mischievous smirk was on his face, but Dove couldn't put her finger on as to why. His eyes glinted with an odd passion and sent shivers up and down her spine. Before she could speak again, Johnny jumped at her and smashed his lips onto her's. She immediately kissed back and brought her hands to his hair, just to lightly tug and tease. A deep chuckle came within his throat before he shut the door with his free hand and backed her up against the wall across from it.

"Hey baby," he murmured softly before he pecked her cheek a few times tenderly. Dove clenched her jaw and closed her eyes tightly when she knew he wasn't focused on her face. She felt guilt in her gut, but she didn't have a choice but to go through with it now. She had to make the relationship work. Max didn't want her anymore, and possibly never did. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe Johnny was the only guy she'd get.

"Hey," she murmured back with more of a squeaky voice than anything else. She felt tense, and though she tried to relax, she couldn't. She both wanted to kiss him, and to push him away.

It was right before Johnny began planting kisses on her neck when he spoke, "Why did you want me to come here?" When Dove didn't answer right away, Johnny pulled away from her and wiped his mouth with his sweater sleeve. "Dove? You don't look like yourself."

Dove immediately perked up her smile and sent a blush to her cheeks when she looked into his piercing gaze. Maybe he really did care for her. "Ah, I'm fine." Johnny looked into her eyes for a few seconds but immediately shrugged it off and kissed her tenderly on the lips for a few seconds before letting go.

"So what did you want to do, then?" He spoke in a playful tone.

Dove opened her mouth to speak, but when no words came out, she pressed her lips onto his and felt his arms tighten around her.

Maybe he did care for her.






Or maybe all he cared about was the attention and the make out sessions.

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