WARNING: MATURE CONTENT, LANGUAGE, AND SEXUAL BEHAVIOR+CONTENT, EXPLICIT. Out of all the places I could've spotted this gorgeous man, it was at my Mother's book club. He was so beautiful. His lips a deep pink, and they moved delicately up and down as he whispered little sentences he was reading to himself. They were so plump. He's the only person I feel comfortable with intimately, the only one that takes the time to make me feel good. ~ I'm hiding it from her for her benefit; what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Maybe I'm too selfish to tell her the truth, maybe I'm enjoying this blissful ignorance we live in temporarily. But I just know, I'm putting her in so much danger by being involved with her. - i know yall r nasty so if u just want smut here r the chapters (ill update this as i write more smut💗): ch 28, ch 34, ch 38, ch 44, ch 49

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*