"Come on," He hushed. "Just one kiss." He probed on and on.
"No," I whined like a cat and wriggled free from his hold.
He got up with a huff and stared me down but I didn't show weakness despite him being drop dead handsome.
He had been teasing me for the past few days, asking for just one tongue teasing and when I had first refused, he had lashed out at me, saying I was a stuck up bitch and a loner and inexperienced.
And even boring.
Was I wrong to have ignored him, seeing we were just friends and he brought girls home every week? We weren't even really friends.
"No." I shook my head. I wasn't in the wrong.
My heart didn't feel heavy when he left this time. I felt more confident and that was because I knew I deserved better than someone who would only fill him up whenever he decided to pay me a short visit at night.
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Confessions Of The One Who Fell ✔
PoetryIn which Joy has read 'Chasing Red' by Isabelle Ronin on wattpad, a social app for readers and writers and her heart is still empty because she hasn't been lucky to meet her own Knight in shining armor and.... She finally stopped believing in fairyt...
