Wilted
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They say you never forget your firsts. Your first touch, first love, first kiss. It becomes engraved in your body, a part of you. So let me tell you a small part of what lead to the largest mistake of my life. Other than me not slapping the waitress for giving me cold, tasteless fries. OKAY. PRIORITIES. (but them fries ARE my priorities so... ) And I, Cara Lefevré, will show you the reason why... I wilted. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ I'd say PG13 but given the spice yall read here this is nothing...
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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