Platonic?
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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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