My Filthy girl

Shortly after Brent pulled away from the kiss, he helped her to find her dress and helped with it. When he was done, Tiffany was about to turn, when he stopped her with his arms in her waist.

“Stay still,” he warned and took out something from his pants pocket. A necklace, a heart shaped pendant embedded with diamonds, dangled and shimmered under the lights, as he slowly traced her neck and joined the hook, leaving the necklace on her neck.

“A necklace,” Tiffany hummed and traced her hand on the pendant.

“You didn't let me see it.” She pouted.

Brent turned her around to face him, his arms still on her waist, pulling her close to him. “You will see it once you get home, okay?”

“Hmm,” she nodded and smiled sweetly. “Thank you Brent.”

“Anytime love,” he kissed her lips.

“Let's get going, before my parents will notice our absence.” Tiffany reminded me.

“Hmm, sure.”

With that both of them exited the cave and returned home.

Even when they reached home, they couldn't help but go for anot