A Love story of own own

Freya’s point of view

I sniffled back as I stood by the balcony watching Marcelo and Alyssa holding each other, with Marcelo kissing her all over.

“Don’t tell me you are crying” Tyler’s voice came behind as I scoffed, wiping my tears.

“No I’m not” I turned to him as he chuckled softly shaking his head.

“You are really something else” he said to me coming closer as he walked towards me, I took a step back but my back hit against the wall as he leaned over, his breath so close to me.

“We could write our own love story,” he said to me as I raised my eyebrows looking in his eyes, taking in the perfectly proportioned lips and his hazel eyes.

He brought his hand t my face the back of his fingers gently brushing against my skin as I sucked in a breath, while his other hand went up my skirt as I closed my eyes waiting for his hand to reach my wet core.

He smiled vividly before pulling away