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8; Dinner
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2025-03-22 04:00:39
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He used his finger to trace from my shoulder down to my breast. My breathing has become gasps, as I felt shivers run down my spine. Why am I letting him do this? And why is it affecting me so much?He placed his palm on it, grasping it softly. He raised my soaked top to allow his hand to come in contact with my flesh. With a finger, he pushed the bra, allowing his hand to come in contact with my breast. He squeezed softly and I bit my bottom lip to prevent a moan from coming out. I have never met any guy touch me here before… and I definitely shouldn’t be letting him touch me here. He moved to the next breast, then squeezed softly. “Or… it could be in her panties.”He trailed down to my thighs and I had to lean against the wall so my trembling legs wouldn’t give out. He raised my skirt, then trailed his fingers at the edge of my panties. “Lace…” I heard him say underneath his breath. And with that he ripped it off my body, my eyes widening in shock. “I think you like me keeping
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I swallowed the lump that grew in my throat. She didn’t see me come out of the changing room, did she? Oh Rosalie, what mess have you gotten yourself into.“You think you can catch his attention. But let me break it to you, sweetie: he’s never going to notice you. You know why? Because he’s mine.”I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. Shit, that was close.She let out a sharp, mocking laugh as her fingers brushed against the collar of Noah’s jersey as if to emphasize her claim. “Though I have to admit, it’s kind of cute. I like the idea of my boyfriend having fangirls.”Her gaze flicked over my shoulder, and her smirk faltered for a split second. I turned to see Noah approaching. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were locked on me. The blonde recovered quickly, plastering on a sugary smile as she rushed toward him.“Baby, there you are! I was waiting in the parking lot, but you took forever. I thought I’d come find you.” She reached for his arm, but he sideste
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The car ride was silent. Heavy. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums until they ache. My fingers twisted in my lap with my nails biting into my palms.What kind of punishment was waiting for me at home?Noah pulled into the driveway then the engine cut with a finality that made my stomach drop.“Get out. And stand.”I obeyed without a word.He parked, then strode past me toward the house, his broad shoulders tense beneath his shirt.“Move.”I followed, climbing the stairs on numb legs. The house was empty, as usual. Just us. Just this. As I turned toward my room—“My room.”I froze. Swallowed. Then pivoted toward his door.The scent of his cologne wrapped around me as I stepped inside. His room was clean as usual. The bed was neatly made, as if he’d planned this. He shut the door behind us with a quiet click.“Drop your backpack.”It thudded to the floor.Noah crossed to his closet, and my breath hitched as he pulled out a sleek black case. When he opened it, cold met
