the recovery project [2]

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aidan

he's shoving the girl— isabella, against the bed, kissing her as if he won't be able to breathe again if he doesn't. her blouse is unbuttoned, and they're both frantic— for touch, for love, for something.

she elbows him to catch him off guard and straddles him, pulling him in for another kiss. "i prefer to top."

hot.

their clothes are discarded in a blur, and she grabs the condom, slipping it on...

"you're not him," he breathes before he can stop himself.