My book is inspiring some new short story ideas
Marko waits until I've let myself in and then drives away, and as I step into the living room and shut the front door behind me, I can't help it. I start crying. Not heaving sobs or anything like that. Just a few warm tears peeking out of my eyes and slipping down my cheeks.
"Don't be stupid, Y/N," I say out loud. "You still had a great time tonight, right?" McGyver saunters in at the sound of my voice, purring in as he loops himself around my legs. I pick him up and bury my face into his fur. Then I put him down and get ready for bed, eagerly sliding under my covers, wrapping self-pity around myself with the blankets.
The truth is I did have a great time with Marko. And maybe we will hangout again. But I don't want to just hang out with Marko. I want to know what it feels like to have a boy's lips on mine. I want to press my entire body up against his and kiss him. I want a hot, smart, cool boyfriend, not a hot, smart, cool boy friend.
As I climb into bed, my phone buzzes from my nightstand. I reach for it, hoping for the tiniest second that it's Marko.
It's Star.
I know Star will hate me for not responding, but I toss my phone onto the carpet and slide deeper under the covers, hoping I'm asleep before my mom gets home. I don't think I could stand one more person asking me how the night went.
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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.
