With My Luck (Still Writing)

"Andy" she signed quietly.

"Fuck Lola, don't do this to me" I gulped.

"Do what?" She smiled innocently, moving her hand up and tangling her delicate fingers in my wet hair.

Chills ran through me as I had given in to the games we were playing, dropping my head further into her intoxicating touch.

She took that as an invitation. Little kisses were left on my neck, and my jaw, then back to my neck. She played this game of teasing until I decided I can't wait anymore.

Our lips connected, our tongues danced together, intertwined.

I'm hers. This woman had more power over me then I'd like to admit. I'm utterly and completely consumed by her, my heart is hers, my brain, hers. I am willing to do anything so that she will be happy forever. I'll protect her by any means necessary.

I'm yours my Lolita, only yours.....
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Our story begins as two paths, two lives collide. Eva and Andy didn't notice each other the first time they met, or the second time, nor the third. It took our heros 30 times to notice that their lives are intertwined. It took them 20 more times of meeting each other to actually being able to stand being in the same room. It took them 10 more times to realize their true feelings towards one another, and it took them 1 time to fall in love. What can I say? It was love at first sight, more like hate at first sight, but you know what they say, the line between love and hate is as thin as a Victoria Secret supermodel.