That was how it began I suppose - the fantasies. With him so engrossed in his papers and me engrossed in him.
...
"I'm not gay." I tell her, knowing she won't believe me. I was never a good liar. She huffs, tugs me up from the ground and spins me until my body is touching hers.
"What the hell-" I hiss, but then stop myself. She purses her lips, moving toward my ear.
"He's watching."
...
• Mature themes •
Todos os Direitos Reservados
Junte-se a maior comunidade de histórias do mundoTenha recomendações personalizadas, guarde as suas histórias favoritas na sua biblioteca e comente e vote para expandir a sua comunidade.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.