''Il nostro accordo era 19.'' Harry sussurra, sfiorando i nostri nasi in un modo un po' giocoso. Le sue fossette si approfondiscono da entrambi i lati mentre una fiera risatina lascia la mia bocca. ''Sono tua.'' Copyrights: dayumstyles

ame'tista Un colore viola o porpora. Una storia su un padre single di 24 anni che incontra una ragazza di 23 anni con i capelli color ametista. ATTENZIONE! La storia NON è mia. Io la traduco soltanto con il permesso dell'autrice, tutti i crediti vanno a @fadoraharry_. (prima ed unica traduzione italiana.)

"I....I could always show you.." He told me Huh? "I could always teach you how." He repeated. "What?" I asked astonished he would even say that. "I could teach you how. I could show you how to be touched, how to touch others, even how to touch yourself" He said with seriousness in his voice. He's got to be joking. This has to be a prank. "But...I..." I was literally lost for words. "Think about it, I'm not just going to teach you how to have sex, I'm going to teach you how to be confident and comfortable with your body. Your sexy as hell but your always so unsure of yourself and you act like a shy little girl. Don't you want to be confidence and stand up for yourself? Don't you want to show everyone that inner goddess dying to come out?" "Yes" I mumbled. I was tired of being made fun of. I was tired of being a coward. "So you'll do it?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips. Should I even do this? Isn't this wrong? Without even thinking I spoke. "Yes I'll let you teach me your ways" I admitted. "Call it, Private Sex Lessons" He smiled. What the actual fuck did I get myself into?