- a pastor's daughter who's too afraid to admit she's in love with a woman and she's willing to go through fire and water to make sure no one knows, theeven if it means losing the only person who's ever cared about her.
Exchange Sequel Four years later and Ellie found herself in Milan. She's happy but not content. But how could she complain? She's the personal trainer of models for Vogue in Milan, hell she's even dating one of the models. Yet she still finds herself questioning if leaving was right option four years later. Although...
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World tours, TV shows, deadlines, millions of fans, anxiety, depression, they're just a few things Billie has to worry about. But when she meets your not so typical college computer nerd, can she help ease her burdens? CEO of awful description's. Gxg, g!p, #bottombillie #1 in billieeilish #4 in girlxgirl #1 in Gay A...
I bite my lip as I contemplate whether I should ask the question that's been bouncing around my head all day. Taking a deep breath, I look up at her. "Are you embarrassed of me," I blurt out before I can change my mind. "Is that why you haven't told anybody about us?"
Sequel to Behind Closed Doors "Bye." Her face disappears from my screen and I sigh, burying my face in my comforter. This is the beginning of the end. And it sucks.
She rests her chin in her hands and looks up at me, swinging her legs back and forth through the air. "What keeps you up at night?" I stare up at the ceiling, thinking. I shake my head slightly. "Just... thinking about a bunch of things." "Like?" I look over at her, glancing down at her lips and then back at her...
"why do you vape? it's bad for you. you know that, right?" she asked quietly after a moment. "i know it is, but i can't stop now. it's an addiction." i shrugged, fidgeting with my novo. "why can't i be your new addiction?" she whispered, looking at me pleadingly. "that can be arranged." ============================...
she was different. her blue eyes. her dimpled cheeks. her green and black hair. her tattoos, her nose piercing that glistened in the light. she didn't smile often, but when she did, it was mostly around me. she protected me, she understood me, she listened to me. she knew i was off limits, she knew i was still healing...