PART II
ROMANCE
2 YEARS AGO
THIS PART IS RATED R
*THIS PART WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT, SUCH AS SEXUAL HARASSMENT, STRONG LANGUAGE AND VILE ACTIONS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED (PLEASE DON'T REPORT MY BOOK, JUST MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT ANYTHING REMOVED).
''Darren.''
I moaned softly as I capture his soft, pink, wet lips with my hungry ones.
I grab the back of neck and pull him closer.
He kisses me back, and our lips begin to move in a quick and intense motion.
Wet blissful noises echo through the overcast cave that we've instated ourselves in.
I run my hands through his dark thick locks, then take ahold of his chin, which I slightly tilt up.
He lets out a deep moan, slipping his lips apart.
I immediately invade his warm moist mouth with my tongue.
I feel him shiver in delight as he runs his hands down my chest, pulling us closer than ever.
We are on a deserted beach.
No one ever usually comes here after 9PM, not even rowdy drunk teens.
And even if anyone did, they wouldn't find us.
On the beach, there is a massive rocky cliff. There were rumours that went around last year that if you swam along the edge of it, that there was a opening to a cave.
Nobody chose to believe these rumours probably because they were to chicken to swim there. But a couple weeks ago, I was dared by Logan to do so; so like any sane would, I did.
I thought I would find nothing, but boy did I.
When I swam back, after completing the dare, I shrug my shoulders.
''Sorry, there's no cave.'' I declared, pulling a face.
''What?''My friend Leah asked. ''Are you sure? Cause I'm pretty sure there is-''
''Did you swim to that cave Leah?''
''No? But-''
''Did you see any cave?''
''No? But like I was say-''
''Leah. When I say there wasn't a cave, then there wasn't a fucking cave.'' I snapped in frustration.
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