Falling In Love With Jonathon Evans (BoyxBoy) *Complete*

Falling In Love With Jonathon Evans (BoyxBoy) *Complete*

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"I will make you love me." He said before forcing himself onto me and kissing me passionately. I know that I shouldn't have liked it but I did. I craved it and didn't even realize until his lips touched mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and his hand slid down to my pants. He unbuttoned my pants with one hand and grabbed onto me. I moaned and caught myself off guard with it. I tried to push him off me but he began to stroke my growing member and I became powerless. "Stop it!" I said panting. "This is disgusting! I'm a...!" I felt a moan at the base of my throat and covered my mouth before it could escape my lips. "Then why are you so hard?" He asked with a devilish chuckle as he stroked me faster. Why the hell am I enjoying this? This is disgusting! It's unnatural! So why does it feel so good?!
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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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