She gasped for a breath of him as he kissed her neck. "We don't have to do this here, or now. We could wait, we could-" he breathed into her neck. She stopped by reaching her hand down his pants, to feel was she was getting. He wasn't an empty offer. He gathered himself into a breath he exhaled slowly and found himself incredibly against waiting. He pulled her waist in, he placed his hands on the side of her legs. "I love you Oliva Mason." He mumbled as he layed her down on thw white linnen sheets.
"God damn, it took you a while." She pulled away and he slowly revealed his untoned, shining, tanned skin. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever layed eyes on. He was a star to her. A nebula in which exploded, replaced by a black hole that only sucked her in time after endless time. She managed to make herself the fool that just keeps coming back.
He layed a warm hand on her shoulder and shook. "What are you doing, James?" Then she opened her eyes as she woke to her mother's sick and twisted grin.
"Sorry to disapoint, no James here." She left it at that walked out and shut the door gently behind her. Liv stuck her hands in hair and went to proceed to a normal day of utter impopularity and social vunrublity.
