Twenty-four hours ago, I had been tracing my lips along Hadley’s breastbone, waiting for night but dreading night, because she would suck up my essence and I would be nothing.
Now, twenty-four hours later, I was truly in heaven, because I was tracing my lips along Cori’s jaw, and it was like becoming a newborn child all over again: I was naive and innocent, raw and unspoiled.
With Hadley, I was nothing more than a favorite song put on replay.
With Cori, I was a virgin, and she was a virgin, and we put our fears aside and we dived into each other.
I kept wondering if she was angry with me. She might’ve been. She must’ve been. I was cheating on my girlfriend with her (although girlfriend might’ve been too strong a term for Hadley; my sex buddy, maybe?).
Shivers blanketed themselves over my unclothed body, harnessing me, snaring me into a world of desire that I had never been to with Hadley. With Hadley, it had only been the ecstasy of orgasms, the sound of her screams, the taste of her body. With Cori, it was the innocence of her touch, the smell of her skin, the connecting of our hearts.
I was completely in love with this girl, and to me, right now, I was in heaven.
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Looking At Us
Teen Fiction❝Looking at us, I see your smile, and I feel your hand, and I wonder, truly, if we are meant to survive this journey.❞ Based on a true story in which a group of teens battle love, life, and sociality.
