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I like him so much…

I want him so much.

I stop moving and look over my shoulder, watching him a few heartbeats before telling him to, “Stop.”

He stops.

“Pull out. I want you on top of me.”

Rolling to my back, we reposition ourselves. I spread my legs so he can fit himself between my thighs. Drew’s hands reach down and caress my breasts, gently toying with my nipples.

I close my eyes, imprinting this moment in my mind where I plan to save it so I can think about it later. It will come in handy when I'm alone again and pleasuring myself…

DIARY…

I GOT BRACES today. Yes, braces. How am I supposed to look Drew Colter in the eye EVER AGAIN????????? Okay fine. We both know I don’t actually look him in the eye but you know what I mean, this is humiliating, he’s going to think I’m a brace face and if he EVER thought about kissing me, what if he’s worried about the metal in my mouth? UGH.

Mom says I’ll only have them for year—I don’t have them because my teeth are crooked, it’s because of my jaw but WHO CARES THE REASON WHY, he isn’t gonna know that!!!!

I’m literally crying, this is my tear —> *tear drop*

I can’t even talk to you right now that’s how upset I am.

Bye for now.

T

CHAPTER26

DREW

I’M AT THE STAGE IN MY LIFE WHERE I’M LIKE, “ARE WE DOING THIS OR NOT, CAUSE I HAVE SHIT TO DO.”

I would killto have a girlfriend who looks at me the way Tess looks at me now.

As if she were…

As if…

As if she were in love with me.

Crazy, right?

Tess Donahue isn’t in love with me.

But for a few seconds, I imagine it. I let myself believe it. I let myself drink in the way her eyes soften as I push my dick into her; let myself drink in the way her lips part. The way her palm reaches up to brush the hair back across my forehead.

I want to call her babe and baby and whisper other words of endearment to her but bite back my words, knowing she isn’t interested in hearing them.

Tess wants sex from me and nothing more.

She’s not using me, but…maybe just a little.

“You’re so handsome,” she whispers, making those doe eyes at me again—the eyes that will probably haunt my dreams tonight. How could they not?

No one has ever looked at me this way before.

No one.

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