The Possiabilities.

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After a few days my life seemed to suddenly calm down. Isaac started staying with me more, and Dawn was okay. Tonight was the of the big bonfire at Mia and johns. I walked downstairs and sat beside Isaac. "So, here we are getting ready to leave the house for the first time in almost a week. It doesn't feel right. I'm scared to be on the road again after dawns wreck. Isaac, I don't know what to do honestly." He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles before standing up and looking into my eyes. "Baby, don't worry. It's okay. We are gonna go to the bonfire, and I'll make you a few cherry vodka sours and then we can go upstairs to the guest bedroom and do whatever you want," he smiled and I actually giggled a bit before I whispered to him "oh trust me, you don't have to get me drunk to do anything, hell I could do it right now while you're all sweaty and stressed, and it would still be amazing." His eyes got huge and he already had me by the hand dragging me upstairs. He unzipped my skirt and said "I've wanted you to say that for a week. I want you so much." His breath was warm against my skin, and his tongue felt amazing on my thighs. I craved every inch of him more then ever. He let out soft moans into my ear and my nails dug holes into his spine while my mouth left dark hickies and bloody bite marks. His moans turned into screams and be the time we both were getting dressed, we had 13 minutes to get to the bonfire. I slid on a pair of skinny khakis and pulled on my favourite black nirvana shirt. I didn't feel like dealing with my long hair today so I pulled my black and white hair to the side and braided it, and slid on a white beanie along with a pair of black boots. Isaac looked towards me and glanced at me from head to toe several times before actually speaking, "damn do you ever west anything besides black skinnys and khakis? They both look damn good on you, but you'd look better naked." I studied his eyes for a quick second, careful not to stare too long. His eyes can play with your mind and torment your soul. He has a way of getting what he wants with just a glare. It's very hard to make eye contact with his very bright blue eyes and keep a clear thought.

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