Bad Boy Next Door

Bad Boy Next Door [10]

KISS?

verb

touch with the lips as a sign of love, sexual desire, reverence, or greeting.

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I put my arms around his neck, still with his tongue dominating mine.

He then bit my lip causing me to let out a soft moan. He lifted my legs up to wrap them around his hips, pushing me against the wall, kissing me hungrily. I took one hand and began ruffling his hair, making it more messier and hotter than it already was.

shit.

After minutes of consistent making out, him touching me all over, and hickeys all down my neck-

we both pulled back to catch our breath.

I stared into his deep emerald green eyes as fast-paced breaths filled the room.

"Fuck, Bella." He cursed, his deep voice making me even hornier if that was possible.

His pink lips were swollen after the long, desired kissing session we both just shared.

I was still blushing due to the fact that my back was still on the wall, my legs wrapped around Alex's waist.

A text sound went off and Alex took his phone out his pocket - I'm assuming - looked at the text message before putting his phone back in his pocket.

"I have to go." He gave me one last look and a light peck on the lips before putting me down and leaving.

what the fuck just happened?

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Riley 🫶🏾

02:46:01

"He literally just put me down and left. That's it."

"He gave you a kiss before he left so that means something, right? Like, it's one thing if he just dropped you and then ran out or something but he didn't. He kissed you to give you reassurance so you wouldn't worry about why he's leaving or know it's nothing bad."

"Well that kiss obviously didn't work."

"Get some rest, girl, you'll feel better in the morning. Hopefully you'll see him at school and you can ask him what the text message was about."

"You're right. Night, Riley."

"Goodnight! Sleep well and DON'T keep overthinking."

"No promises."

• Call Hung Up •

It was now 1am at night and I still couldn't figure out why Alex just left me there right after.

"I have to go."

I let out one more sigh before staring at the ceiling, filling my mind with endless possibilities.

what could he have possibly left for?

is he truly an asshole?

Well, I know the answer to that.