There was noise. So much noise. And there were so many people. Drunk, 'in your face' people. I was alone when he showed up. He had that smile, those eyes...they were angry and soft and green. They were the kind of eyes someone could get lost in, and I think--I think I did.
Harry Styles is the definition of the guy your mother warned you about. Too bad my mother didn't know about him to warn me. I knew who he was, what he did, what his habits were...but I still was drawn to him, even though we were complete opposites. It was curiosity that led me to him, to that hallway. Little did I k...
He doesn't stop and continues to kiss all over my neck. Without warning, he starts to suck on a spot on my neck. I don't do nothing but close my eyes and grip on to his arm. What is he doing and why does it feel good? I don't want him to stop but at the same time I don't know what he's doing. After a while he stops an...