Jannabelle's P.O.V
Evan and I stood outside of the ice skating rink/building. Leaning against the wall, talking, and not feeling like leaving each other is usually the feeling we get after fun dates like these.
"I guess I'll go home, care for these bruises and cry into my ice cream sundae, blowing up your phone." I poked Evan's belly button, transferring my weight back on my own two feet.
"I guess I'll go home and do the same." Evan and I walked towards his car.
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We stood outside of my house. The front door was closed behind us. Not wanting to leave , we stayed in each other's warm embrace.
His soft lips danced across my jawline.
"Don't go." I breathed out.
"I'll miss you until then." He mumbled into my neck. As lonely as I felt already, I couldn't help but giggle. Oh, what this boy does...
"Thanks again, babe." I smiled, letting go of his hand.
"Anytime." Evan scooped me up off my own feet, and drowned me in sweet soft kisses. My stomach floated. We laughed.
Until, finally our lips connected. Our hands moved, our tongues danced. Our bodies got closer.
"Jannabelle." A voice said sternly.
Evan placed me back on my own two feet. A small blush formed on both of our cheeks.
Not even bothering to say anything to Evan, I walked inside of the house, past my furious aunt.
"Goodnight, Evan." a smile never appeared on her face, as she dismissed Evan.
"Goodnight." I heard him say. The front door closed.
YOU ARE READING
Affliction
RomanceA traumatized girl, an boy willing to take a chance. "But.. I-I can't" "Trust me." She took his hand and they jumped.
