It hadn't been 5 minutes since Atlas asked me out, yet it seemed like forever ago. All I could think, hear, feel, was Atlas, and I wasn't mad about his wild thoughts. In fact, I don't think he minded mine either. It was sloppy of us, I have to admit, but I don't think either of us necessarily cared. I twisted knots in his hair, shoving my face and his together and fumbling over each other whilst doing so. I felt the thin fabric against me, hiding my delight away from me like a child and their chocolates. But this little girl had gotten a stool, ready to rescue her chocolates from the top shelve. I unknotted my hands from Atlas's hair, feeling around quickly for the back of his shirt. I swiftly ripped it apart, sliding the now useless cloth off of Atlas's sleek chest and shoulders and throwing it to the front of the car. He didn't hesitated, and folded my shirt over my head, revealing a fitter, stronger version of my stomach and shoulders than before. He wrapped his arms around my lower back and pushing me against his bare chest, straining his neck up, unable to let my lips free. His hands traced down my arms, bending over my elbows and then down the sides of my waist, making their way further down until it reached my short denim shorts, which he quickly stripped off. In an instant, I did the same, smiling against his warm and hard lips. The rest of our time made the car shake, and echo with cries of fun, and laughter.
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Toxin
Ficção AdolescenteA regular day? A regular year? Pfft, yeah. As if that's going to happen. Aaly finds herself not to be as ordinary as she first seems. An identity crisis? Hmm, maybe. But it all started when Vapour came. When Atlas came...
