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through, because I wasn’t sure where the story was going, just that I needed
to tell it. I had Ryen’s impression through her words, but I couldn’t get
further than that.
But leaving school two days ago, after finally having her in my arms in
the lab, I needed to write. I was feeling things.
She knows how to work me. How to drive me insane, acting like I’m
dirt under her shoe in public but like she can’t get enough of me in private.
Her tongue and mouth, the little obsession she has with my lip ring, the way
she grinded into me, and if it weren’t for a couple layers of clothes, I
would’ve been inside her…
Yeah, that prissy little act drops like a bad habit, and she can get so hot,
I want to take off everything except that lame-ass skirt and see how every
inch of her feels.
If her whole stuck-up crew knew how their little princess melts for
me…
But I look up, staring out at the theme park and realizing.
No. Not for me.
For Masen.
Damn, I can’t keep this up. I have to leave, or I have to tell her. She’ll
never forgive me for betraying her like this. For being right under her nose
and damn-near seducing her.
“I’m ashamed I didn’t guess you were here a long time ago!” a voice
calls out, and I jerk, looking down at the ground.
Dane stands below with a flashlight in his hand.
I watch him start climbing the beams up to where I sit about five cars
off the ground, and let out a sigh. I’m working. For the first time in months,
I’m writing. Just my luck.