A month has gone by. My routine was always the same.
Waking up at 8 in the morning, taking a shower. Making Jackson breakfast, cleaning his room and doing his laundry.
And also get some how tortured by him.
My feelings for him had grown immensly within a month. Stronger and stronger each day.
I had tried my best to ignore him. But he was somewhere around me. And when he did see me he would always touch me.
His touch brought fire to my bones. His smell was so intoxicating that I couldn't even breath when I came to a certain proximity around him.
But the best part were his lips and fingers.
His lips on my neck was out of this world. They would kiss me my jaw down to my neck and to my collar bone.
He's fingers were so soft when teasing my skin. I was melting underneath his touch.
But I didn't want be. I just wanted to leave and live by myself back home.
Some nights I would wake up and cry. Because i missed home
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SHORT STORIES
Любовные романыa collection of short stories -haven't finished any of the stories, but if you guys want to read more, please let me know;)
