Platonic?

Platonic?

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[ONGOING] Bella leans forward, her mouth next to my ear, our bodies glued together. "Jeremy, I want to ruin our friendship." She whispers slowly. "W-what." "I know you feel the same way, Jeremy" "Bell-" Before I could say anything, she leans forward and presses her lips to my skin, right on my jawbone. They felt like silk. "Bella... what about tess." Even as I said it, I didn't step away. Bella looked up, letting her eyes meet mine "I don't care," she whispers. The butterflies I had before were now creating a tornado inside my stomach. She leans forward and lets her gaze fall to my lips. She licks her own and slowly moves forward again and places her lips on mine, kissing me. For the slightest moment, I resisted. But then I let my mouth open up against hers, and my hands slide down her sides. She pressed against me, hungrily, making me stumble backwards. Bella jumped and locked her legs around my torso, arching her hips forward. My lips devoured her neck. It was like she was a drug. And the best part was that I could tell she felt the exact same way. Bella dug her hands into my hair, softly pulling at the ends. She through her head back and moaned, giving me more room to devour more of her.
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Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

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