❝I NEED TO STOP WISHING THAT YOU'LL LOVE ME BACK, BECAUSE THERE'S A REASON WHY YOU DON'T LOVE ME ALREADY. AND I GUESS THAT REASON WILL ALWAYS BE HERE.❞
Rosé was irrevocably head over heels for her best friend, Tom Holland. The only problem? He...
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WAR OF HEARTS CHAPTER THIRTY NINE ❝COME TO ME IN THE NIGHT HOURS, I WILL WAIT FOR YOU, AND I CAN'T SLEEP 'CAUSE THOUGHTS DEVOUR, THOUGHTS OF YOU CONSUMES ME. I CAN'T HELP BUT LOVE YOU EVEN THOUGH I TRIED NOT TO, I CAN'T HELP BUT WANT YOU, I KNOW THAT I'D DIE WITHOUT YOU.❞
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Seth hesitantly followed as Rosé held his hands, guiding them onto her hips. They settled on the exposed skin that her cropped shirt revealed, the thin sliver of skin hot against his cold fingers. He closed his eyes as she leaned forward, her breath hot and fanning against his upper lip. The photographer could smell the sweet strawberry gum she had chewed after their early dinner and could practically taste the bitter taste of tea that lingered on her tongue.
"I'm not going to do this unless you want this too, Annie," he whispered to her, slowly he opened his eyes and gazed into her dark, brown ones. She nodded carefully as her hands found their way on the small of his back. He could feel the hesitance practically radiating off of her as her fingers grasped the back of his shirt tightly, forming balls of cloth in her hands. "Because there's no backing out of this, you know that right? Once we do this, there's no turning back."
"I . . . I want this, Seth. Please."
And he gave her what she had wanted. He leaned downward and captured her lips with his own, his slightly chapped ones placed on her soft, pink painted lips. The sensation of his chapped lips over her soft ones created an addicting buzz that neither of them could get rid of. And the racing of their hearts never slowed down, but increased at the action.
It's hard to describe what a kiss is like. But you can say that it is like two souls dancing together, finally meeting one another. It's as if they're meeting for the first time and reading each other's intentions. Almost like they're getting to know one another for the first and last time, like this is their last opportunity to do so.
This kiss held the answers to every question Rosé had about love. It corrected her vision on what love should be, and what it shouldn't be as well. It fixated her gaze on what love should stand for and what love meant for her. Maybe it brushed off the little bruises and cuts she had formed along the way, but, it didn't heal the broken heart that remained in pieces. Because love isn't meant to fix you, it's supposed to guide you to your journey about yourself. Love isn't supposed to determine every choice you make in your life, but rather assist you on what you should value.
This was something she eventually had to face and accept.
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mum: i'm extremely proud of you, you know that right? and i know that you won't need me to help you and that this is something you can do on your own. so i hope you know that whatever decision you decide to make i am supporting you 110% along the way. delivered 7:01 PM
