𝓒𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻

'𝓗𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵'

"Come on, let's go pretty boy."

She walked forward, her flip flops clicking with every step. Her hips swayed slightly. Everything about her was so perfect. She was like a drug to me, and I was going feral about not having her.

She glanced back at me. Her eyebrows raised slightly. As if to say 'Are you coming or what?.

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'𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓼. 𝓘𝓯 𝓘 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀!'

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" He said with a smirk and chuckle.

I felt my skin burn, as his lips curled up at the ends. I tried to push off the feelings, not wanting him to screw this up. 'Don't screw it up!' I thought to myself. Don't screw up what I had going on for me. I don't want to fall for his stupid smirk and his stupid mango scented shampoo.

He walked next to me now, his skin warming mine, as we walked into the country club halls. I rolled my eyes when I heard him laugh once more at my bad sunburn and peeling skin.