She was innocent, beautiful, vulnerable. The way her hair fell in two, long, ponytails made him shiver. Her blood red lips, and crystal blue eyes sent butterflies all throughout his stomach. Her sweet laughter made him weak in the knees.
She was his only concern. His only thought.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, he dreamt of their future together. The future where it was just the two of them, in a bed, cloaked in satin sheets, lying intertwined. The sun would just be peeking through the window curtains, and they would be lying there, kissing, and laughing, and moaning, and sleeping. Nothing would disturb them, and no one could stop them.
She was perfect for him.
She was his Lolita.
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What The Boys Want || n.h.
Fanfiction"I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play."
