You nervously played with your hair, not daring to look at the clear glass bottle. It landed on you. Great.
You foolishly agreed to play Spin The Bottle at your friend's party that night, not realizing till the last minute that, Dwayne, the school's broodiest and hunkiest guy had joined, sitting across from you and fiddling with his self-braided locks.
"Looks like it's our turn," he held his hand out to you, silently begging you take it. "Nothing will happen if you don't want it to." He closes the closet door behind his bulky figure.
"It's a bit cramped in here." You close your eyes, slowly taking deep breaths. "I'm not a fan of tight spaces."
"What's your name?" His voice was husky, and made your insides quake with pleasure.
"Y/N." You whimpered, trembling below his gaze.
"Well, Y/N, why don't we find something bold to do." His lips ghosted over your ear, the temperature making a difference in how it felt.
"Mhmm." Was all you could manage.
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)
FanfictionI have to make a new book just because my other one ran out of room. The first book is 200 parts. Let's see if we can get this one popular too. Requests are open! I will do smut now.
