Where Love Will Find Us

Where Love Will Find Us

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Then... I held his hand in mine and we strutted down the hallway of our elementary school. As everyone peered at us, I felt Damien shift a couple times. His eyes were darting back and forth and his sweaty palms hinted his nervousness. I giggled and squeezed his hand gently. That small action put a smile on his face. Oh, how I loved Damien. He was a shy and fragile soul, but one that I will always cherish. His fragile state prompted me to protect him, and that is what I did. I was his protector and savior. In return, he provided me with his constant company and care. Damien and I were best friends, but nothing more... Now... I've been suffering for a long time now and I'm not sure if I could put up with it anymore. My life is slowly and painfully falling apart. Each day I lose a bit more confidence and stamina. Who knew that over the course of two months my life cold make a drastic change. Yes, that's all he needed. Two months. Two months to get over our friendship. Two months to hate me. Two months to take up such a hard and cold exterior. Two months to rip me apart. And for the past five years, the protective walls that have been guarding me have come crashing down on me and there was nothing I could do to prevent them. And Damien, who was once my whole life, sat back and watched it all happen.
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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. π™π™š π™©π™π™žπ™£π™ π™¨ π™‘π™€π™«π™š π™žπ™¨ 𝙨π™ͺπ™›π™›π™šπ™§π™žπ™£π™œ π™¨π™π™š π™©π™π™žπ™£π™ π™¨ π™¨π™π™š π™™π™šπ™¨π™šπ™§π™«π™šπ™¨ π™žπ™© BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❀︎ sexual/mature content ❀︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❀︎ 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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