My skin of honey, my heart of gold, and yet you still stung me like a bee. 🐝 Short Story BWWM Lexi🌊☀️ Ranked #1 in (I'm fine) 8-3-19

Our first time made ​​me feel like I was tasting a forbidden fruit. The company of stars and the moon as witness, that night lasted an eternity. And I knew at that moment how it feels to be at home. She deserved better than me. But she chose to stay, and the selfish person that I am didn't object. Just a (very) short story about someone's life.

Colors are seen everywhere. We live for color. The beauty of color, we have seen and became amazed by the exquisite details before us. Colors can describe anything or anyone. The moments you have, there will always be a color. #shortstory_1 ↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫↬↫

"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.