Darling, Come Water the Flowers
"Having sex won't make me less mad at you," I reprimanded, knowing it didn't matter what I said because I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to me.
I wanted to feel his hands in my hair, against my arms and legs, down my hips, the inside of my thighs, gently around my throat, toying with my lips. I needed him to understand and see every inch of my body and then to still crave it.
I needed this to go right for once, just to prove to myself the first time wasn't how it's always going to be.
"True," He murmured against my ear, sucking a tender spot on my neck, lapping at it as my arms circled his head, pulling at the brunette strands of hair. "But it'll make you appreciate me more."
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𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection.
She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nearly everyone in her life. It was a blinding emotion she learned to cope with by controlling whatever else she could, whether it was how much she spent in a day or how much she ate.
𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 wouldn't know jealously if it ran him over with a semi-truck.
What was there for him to be jealous of anyway? If he didn't have something, he could get it. If he didn't like something, it could be changed. How could he be jealous when he was the blueprint of what a man should be? In the eyes of the public, at least.
Both with egos and problems towering upwards to the Heavens, Simone and Nicolas cross paths in the worst way possible for egomaniacs. An auction.
{MAJOR TW !!! WARNING⚠️ contains eating disorders}
- This story is a recovery with romance, not a romance with recovery. I'll be focusing MAJORLY on Simone's character development and healing.
#1 in thatgirl (period) • 01/7/24
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