Acceptance

Acceptance

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 28, 2020
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Romance
This story is about a Bi-sexual black girl who falls in love with a white girl and a black boy. Her mom accepts everything about her daughter but her dad remains to be the barrier blocker her from freedom. Her dad is a traditional man, not accepting of Bi-sexuals or the idea of dating a white person. His resentment comes from past experiences the racist parents of his past lover. However, he shows open arms to the African American boy to avoids any chances of her exploring her sexuality with a girl. Who will she willingly end up choosing? The girl or the boy.... or will she make things easier on herself and not choose anyone at all? Or make it easier on her dad and choose the the African American boy? This story is also written by one of my best friends @royallyblack
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A kiss can change everything. One kiss with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * "Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin fucking burns" Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. "Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?" Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of kissing her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard" she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. "Then don't." I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.

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