Little Blue
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MatureOngoing1h 8m
Last published Thu, Aug 23, 2018
can a tiny blue candy change a life?
For Cameron and Becca maybe thats all it will take, a shared moment and a chance to change everything.
a tiny blue candy, a shared smile, a simple blown kiss and the act of delayed gratification the perfect mix to start a wild adventure.
just a boy from the gutter and a girl smiling though even the darkest of days.
together they may just find that perfect little place in the world, they just have to walk though the trials to get there.
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His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. ππ π©πππ£π π¨ π‘π€π«π ππ¨ π¨πͺππππ§ππ£π π¨ππ π©πππ£π π¨ π¨ππ πππ¨ππ§π«ππ¨ ππ© BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : β€οΈ sexual/mature content β€οΈ violence/abuse/trauma β€οΈ flawed characters (and development) Copyright Β© 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. Cover art: me Β© All Rights Reserved
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