π° π«π¨πΉπ¬ ππΆπΌ
πΎπ ππππ πππππππππ,
thrown together by π§π’π΅π¦ or some π΅πΈπͺπ΄π΅π¦π₯ sense of irony, in a private all-girls school where rules and control were π΄πΆπ±π±π°π΄π¦π₯ to keep everything in line.
But she was the chaos I couldn't escape. Cold, confident, with a smirk that made me want to smash it off her face-π°π³ π¬πͺπ΄π΄ πͺπ΅ π°π§π§.
Every move she made, every brush of her body against mine, ππͺπ΅ π’ π§πͺπ³π¦ π π₯πͺπ₯π―'π΅ πΈπ’π―π΅ π΅π° π§π¦π¦π. I wasn't interested, not really. But the way she filled the space around me, so effortlessly, so π±π³π°π·π°π€π’π΅πͺπ·π¦ππΊ-it made it impossible to pretend I didn't want her.
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Best rankings!:
π₯in Sapphic
π₯in Frustration
π₯in LesbianRomance
π₯in fxf
π₯in HiddenFeelings
π₯in MommyIssues
π₯in Gradeschool
π₯in StudentxStudent
π₯in Private-School
π₯in AcademicRivalry
π₯in EnemiesWithBenefits
