Lovely Gloom

A story following the dark world of delinquent girl, lara, who meets hurting Felix, as they are brutally forced together but gradually adapt to one another and realize that they have more in common than they thought.

Read as they untangle each other's wounds, and sparks fly as they help one another into the light.

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'The once unbearable figure that stood before me seemed to be proving more friend than foe.' I thought.

"Sit Lara, I think you're hurt", Malik urged.

I obliged, then immediately felt a striking pain coming from my knee, I was hurt.

He awkwardly stood there staring at me. Wasn't he gonna help, I mean the first aid was in his hands.

After a few more seconds of staring at each other, realization dawned upon me, I had to strip my jeans for him to get to my wound.

I cursed for two reasons, for the blood that rushed up to my cheeks, and for the situation I was unwillingly in.

I stood up and undid my zipper, I tried to do everything as calmly as I could. I started to pull my pants down but the lower I went the more it painfully affected my knee, which affected me, harshly. Curse you skinny jeans!

Malik picked up on my pain and moved to assist me, he put his hands on mine and took them off the material putting them by my sides, he then carefully started pulling them down for me.

I tried not to shiver but bit my lip when his fingers brushed my thighs, a place I didn't realize I really wanted them.

Once the jeans were finally off me, and I was left in my panties, I sat back down. He squatted so his face was in front of my legs, quite an exhilarating feeling I felt I tell ya.