The Stoner Project

The Stoner Project

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" Smile a little more," Winter teased, taking another picture of me. We were at his apartment, with no electricity and little sister at his grandma's. "I can't. It's raining and rain puts me in a sad mood." I told him, fluffing his hair as he took another picture of me with his huge old Kodak camera. He dropped it, letting it hang on his neck as he gently caressed my face with his cold pale fingers. "Don't I make you happy, love?" " Yes, but it makes me sad we can't be with eachother. If my parents found out I was here right now, they would murder me." " Well they aren't gonna find out." He whispered in my ear, his deep raspy voice music to my ears. I blushed as my heart skipped a beat. I pushed him onto the couch and saddled him, winking. He chucked as I played with the buckle on his studded belt. " Well don't give me any hickeys and we won't have any problems." "Oh man." Winter smiled and pulled me in closer by my wrists. Our noses touched before he kissed me tenderly. I pulled away slowly. " Let's take a few pictures." " I'm not inspired and I'm lazy." He teased and poke at my stomach. " Well I'm about to inspire you now." I said, removing my shirt and bra."I want to remember giving you my virginity."
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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