In which an unsatisfyed girl, lives viciously.
We looked at the gloomy sky above us, as we lay on our backs. The large, unfinished house, with swamp colored bricks, and it's peak was so rugged it appeared, as though, it was scraping the dark bruised sky.
"You are like the thrill I get in my stomach when a car rushes by, when you rode️ with me on our bikes. You are that brief, yet startling sound, that the engine inside of it made. You are my reality check.", I elaborated, with a blush dusting my cheeks.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He laughed out, making me blush even harder, wrapping my arms across my chest.
I sighed, looking at the frosty cloud that my breath had formed before my face.
"You have this indescribable... it's such a brief feeling, that it makes you so much more" I said, if it was possible, I was blushing harder. " you're like the thoughts Picasso had, that never made it to the canvas" i chuckled, I'm basically trudging through my own cheesiness.
There was a short, yet noticeable pause before his response.
I turned sideways to try and tell what he was thinking about. He wore a turbulent expression, and his eyebrows were furrowed. I think he knew what I meant, and wasn't willing to admit it anytime soon. He let out a breath before proving my point right, and saying,
"I'm just going to keep quiet, because we both know I have no idea what that means, and the moment is really serene right now, so you'll explain tomorrow? " He said slowly, making sure not to mess up. Intertwining his long fingers with mine, and bringing the back of my hand up to his lips, kissing me softly. This sent chills through my arm.
I let out a chuckle.
"Okay." I said closing my eyes, letting the blush slowly fade, and pressed my hand harder against his mouth.
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Fletcher Tiberius Faust
Valentina Conner Yorke
#1 in millionaire
#1 in Cinderella 💐🌸
Once upon a time in the land of Lahyana, wait scratch that, my story doesn't start like one of those clichéd fairytale even when it is very much like those clichéd fairytales.
How should I start now?
Well I will start from the beginning *speaks in a mysterious voice* a cold dark night in a stinky Alley I bumped to the most enfuriating person I have ever met, he was injured and me being the good old me decided to help him.
Turns out he's the Only Prince of our country and then I bumped into him again and again *sighs I know one of those clichéd fairytale moment*
Then I found out that I was destined to marry him because of some lousy promise made by our Ancestors *whispers it's gets excited from now*.
My life changes from the oh so boring Willow woods who would rather read a book than do anything, to the Princess Willow Asheton.
And as for me and Aaron I guess you'll find out how we fell for each other.
once we hated each other and now we are 😳😳😳 let's just say we are inseparable.
He pulled me indefinitely close to him and leaned, we were millimeters apart yet he didn't closed the gap between us as if he was afraid.
I looked in his eyes and cupped his face in my hands, standing on my tiptoes kissed his lips lightly. it was nothing like I have ever experienced before, it was most beautiful feeling I have ever had.
The kissed wasn't long just a small peck.
We stared at each other, Aaron's hands tightly wrapped around me as if he was afraid to let go and mine caressing his Beautiful face.
"Woah " Aaron said after few seconds causing me to blush, he chuckled which sent shivers down my spine.
He leaned in and covered my lips with his. the second kiss was nothing like the first one, more urgent and needy making me want to melt in his arms as Aaron hungrily devoured my swollen lips.
I grabbed his shoulder and hummed in the kiss causing him to growl in response making me feel dizzy but in a good way.
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