Petite Love

[1] Don't Judge a Book by Its Cover

A/N: Hey guys! Some light smut ahead, so beware! Lol, I'll try to keep this as clean as possible. Enjoy~

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The taste of lemongrass lingers on the tip of my tongue. I surrender all common sense as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling my body closer to his. His dark, caramel eyes seem to gaze into my soul as his hands caress the back of my neck. The intoxicating tickle of his breath on my shoulder sends immediate shivers down my spine.

I remember Elijah's smiling face and quickly push his body away by the chest. "I can't." I whisper.

His testing eyes don't leave my lips. "Why not?" he pulls me closer for a kiss. "I can please you better than Elijah. I'm more experienced."

A blush dusts my cheeks as I shake my head, covering his lips with both my hands. "Please stop, Samuel. You know that this isn't what I want. I like your brother, not you."

With that remark, Samuel's eyes darken. His tongue tickles the sensitive spot between my fingers as he presses closer. "No, you're mine. You promised to do whatever I asked of you."

With a huff, he picks me up by my thighs and slams me up against the wall. Samuel winces and shifts my weight onto his good arm.

"You'll break it again!" I exclaim, gently tapping his right hand which was enveloped in a cast. "Put me down before you get hurt."

Samuel ignores me and kisses my collarbone. My increasing concern for his injured wrist prevents me from enjoying his advances. Mustering all my strength, I grip his cheeks.

"ENOUGH!"

I slam my head against Samuel's, eliciting a yelp of pain. His grip around my waist loosens as I land on my feet, supporting the male who was staggering in agony.

I sigh, pulling him onto the couch so he could rest. How did I get into this mess?

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A few weeks prior...

"Elijah! Wake up, Charity is waiting for you."

"It's okay, Ms. Simmons. I'll go wake him up."

I proceed to walk up the stairs, stopping in front of Elijah's room. My hand hovers over his door as I call out his name. "Elijah?" I knock twice and after hearing no response, I creak open the door.

The pale sunlight filters through the crack in the curtains and paints a thin yellow line that stretches across Elijah's bed. I smile to myself as I see his messy golden hair poking out from beneath his bed sheets.

"Sleeping like a baby." I coo, making my way over to his bed. "C'mon Elijah. Wakey wakey. You'll be late to practice if you don't hurry."

I nudge his arm and he simply groans. "Five more minutes mom..." he grumbles, rolling over.

With a devilish grin, I grab his covers and tug it off in a single pull. "I'm not your mother! Get your butt out of bed this instant!"

Elijah cries in irritation, opening his electrifying blue eyes a crack to glare sleepily at his visitor. "Charity!" he mumbles lazily, rubbing the sides of his head.

"Good morning, Elijah." I smirk, pointing down between his legs. "And good morning, Elijah Jr."

A flustered Elijah immediately moves his hands to cover his excited member.

"I'll be waiting for you downstairs." I laugh, tossing his blanket onto his bed. "And take care of your little friend."

"C-charity!" he stutters, standing up. "Get out!"

"Yeah yeah." I slam the door behind me, stifling my giggles.