Alex has never been comfortable with herself. University has been scary her freshman year, and nothing seems to be going right. Then, one night, the one and only Demi Lovato performs at her school after a football game, and the rest is history...
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*Not Mature Content But Definitely Heated, So Don't Read if you don't like that stuff*
Demi POV:
"Hey, I didn't want to leave because I'm mad at you, I wanted to leave so I can be alone with you again." I reassured her.
"Ok," she said, walking. Her hand brushed mine as we headed for the car. I took the chance and intertwined my fingers into hers. She smiled towards me innocently, and that was the moment I knew I wanted this girl in my life. The blush on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes made the fire course through my bones.
"So, do you like girls then?" She asked, rather abruptly. I was taken aback, but tried to answer in stride. "Well, I know I like one girl," I said shyly, looking into her eyes to see if she had taken my not-so-subtle hint.
"Yeah, me too." She said just above a whisper.
And, with that, I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her onto the hood of her car, hovering over her lips for a second, letting our fast, hard breaths fill the air. I wanted to kiss her, but I loved the current lingering. The tension was palpable as our breathing produced little clouds in the brisk air.
She mumbled something about needing to work on her patience, and the fire in my throat could no longer be contained. I pressed my lips to hers, and we quickly fell into sync. It started slow and passionate, but as our breathing sped up, the kiss followed. It was as if she was the other part of me- she knew exactly what I was thinking.
As we gasped for air, I moved down, planting soft kisses along her jawline and then trailed my teeth up behind her ear. I nibbled just a bit as my hands worked up her sides underneath her shirt.
She gasped, trying not to moan. I snickered into her ear at the sight of her coming undone, which only caused her to arch her back and tilt her gaze to the sky at the sound of my voice.
I smiled against her neck and buried my face into it as my hands worked up and down her thighs on the outside of her jeans.
She grabbed my hands, and gave me a scolding look.
Alex POV:
Demetria Devonne Lovato had me completely undone and subject to her will. I was powerless as she found all my sweet spots and navigated my body as if she had a map for guidance.
She took a pause just long enough for me to stop her hands and glare into her eyes. I tried to keep it sultry but stern.
"Not here, Devonne," I managed to whisper out. I was completely out of breath and not quite able to talk.
"Ok, if you say," she replied moving her body up against mine and kissed the top of my head, pushing my face directly into the nook of her neck and chest.
I gave her heaving chest a few soft kisses, and felt her hands move into my hair and her head lean back. I breathed in her floral scent and took a mental picture of this moment.
Then, I whispered, "so, do you want Ice Cream? There's this place that you have to go to if you want the full college experience."
I looked up into her big brown eyes, and her smile moved from ear to ear.
"I'd really like that," she said through that massive smile of hers.
Demi POV:
We drove through town, her hand in mine, and everything felt at peace in the world. We arrived at a milkshake shop, and walked into the quaint little parlor. There were chalkboards all over the walls with writing, and we ordered with Expo markers on a laminated menu. I chuckled at the thought.
Just as I was about to order, she looked at me and smiled. "We're going to need to split one. You're vastly underestimating how much is in these milkshakes," she said, with a teasing tone in her voice.
"Or you're underestimating my love for milkshakes," I pouted. She giggled and ordered us a milkshake to split, even though I wanted my own, but I wasn't going to argue.
When our milkshake arrived, my eyes could not have grown any wider.
"Holy fuck," I muttered under my breath, shooting Alex a look that probably was more of an SOS. This thing was massive. She gave me a 'told-ya-so' smirk, and then the two of us dived right into the milkshake, which even had a piece of cheesecake carefully balanced atop it.
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We ate and talked about life and love until the clock struck midnight.
Aka, Max's caller ID came up on my phone, and I knew that he was not going to be happy.
