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the fabric of my skirt, slipping into my underwear.
I didn’t stop him.
His lips met mine, his kiss frenzied. Discarded bottles surrounded us, scattering when I accidentally kicked some trying to take off my tights. I started to fully undress but he stopped me, whispering against my mouth. “Keep the uniform on.”
My cheeks burned from blush, but he didn’t see. It was dark and he was too occupied with other parts of me. He rubbed and rubbed and rubbed between my thighs as he sucked on my neck, teeth nipping the skin. He was going to leave a mark, but I didn’t care.
That was why they invented turtlenecks.
The pressure inside of me built and built, like nothing I’d ever felt before, until it built so much I couldn’t contain it anymore. I cried out when pleasure rushed through me. Before I could even get a grip on what I was feeling, Cody unbuckled his pants and pulled me onto his lap.
Panic seized me for a split second as I slid down on him. It was uncomfortable again, not as much as last time, but I still wasn’t used to the feeling of him being inside of me. I didn’t know what I was doing, so I just moved my hips, hoping he was getting something out of it. His lips parted and he let out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes, leaning his head back on the couch.
“Just like that, Gracie,” he whispered. “Fucking perfect.”
It didn’t take long again until he grunted, gripping my hips tightly and thrusting up a few times, finishing. Afterward, we lay on the couch, me in his arms, as that word echoed through my head.
Perfect.
Fucking perfect .
Except … it wasn’t.
Perfect would have been us not having to sneak around. Perfect would have been him without a black eye. Perfect would have been my wish coming true.
“Did you get suspended again?” I asked curiously after a while. We were both dressed, for the most part. “Did they kick you out for fighting?”
“No, this didn’t happen at school.”
“Oh, so school is still going okay?”
“I wouldn’t know,” he said. “I haven’t been.”
I pulled back to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I stopped going.”
I gaped at him. “But you’re so close to graduating. How are you going to find another school to take you now?”
“I’m not,” he said. “There’s no point. A degree isn’t going to do shit for me in these streets, Gracie.”
“But you didn’t want—”
“I know,” he said, cutting me off. I didn’t have to finish because he knew what I was thinking. “But sometimes we have to make choices we fucking hate to get what we want out of life. A little compromise never hurt anybody.”
As he said that, all I could do was stare at his battered face. Whatever this compromise was, it certainly hurt him. I was trying to wrap my head around it, trying to makes sense of what he was saying. I was trying to think of the words to explain what I was feeling, but I never got a chance.
Because my dreams?
They went right up in flames.
It started when I heard a key in the door, the lock turning, the clicking echoing through the living room.
Cody heard it, too.
He was on his feet instantly.
Panicked, I jumped up, trying to clean up the empty beer bottles but there wasn’t enough time.
“Get out of here,” I hissed, pushing Cody toward the window. He shoved it open, and I cringed at the loud groan of old wood. The sound was deafening. He was slipping out, the metal banging when he scaled the fire escape, just as the last lock clicked and the door shoved open.
My father appeared.
He looked right at me as I stood in front of the open window, visibly trembling, with an empty beer bottle in my hand that I was trying to conceal. It only took him a second to put the pieces together as his eyes swept along the living room.
Before I knew it, he was running, disappearing back out the door. Shit . I hoped Cody made it, that he was gone before he could get caught, and climbed out onto the fire escape to try to warn
I didn’t stop him.
His lips met mine, his kiss frenzied. Discarded bottles surrounded us, scattering when I accidentally kicked some trying to take off my tights. I started to fully undress but he stopped me, whispering against my mouth. “Keep the uniform on.”
My cheeks burned from blush, but he didn’t see. It was dark and he was too occupied with other parts of me. He rubbed and rubbed and rubbed between my thighs as he sucked on my neck, teeth nipping the skin. He was going to leave a mark, but I didn’t care.
That was why they invented turtlenecks.
The pressure inside of me built and built, like nothing I’d ever felt before, until it built so much I couldn’t contain it anymore. I cried out when pleasure rushed through me. Before I could even get a grip on what I was feeling, Cody unbuckled his pants and pulled me onto his lap.
Panic seized me for a split second as I slid down on him. It was uncomfortable again, not as much as last time, but I still wasn’t used to the feeling of him being inside of me. I didn’t know what I was doing, so I just moved my hips, hoping he was getting something out of it. His lips parted and he let out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes, leaning his head back on the couch.
“Just like that, Gracie,” he whispered. “Fucking perfect.”
It didn’t take long again until he grunted, gripping my hips tightly and thrusting up a few times, finishing. Afterward, we lay on the couch, me in his arms, as that word echoed through my head.
Perfect.
Fucking perfect .
Except … it wasn’t.
Perfect would have been us not having to sneak around. Perfect would have been him without a black eye. Perfect would have been my wish coming true.
“Did you get suspended again?” I asked curiously after a while. We were both dressed, for the most part. “Did they kick you out for fighting?”
“No, this didn’t happen at school.”
“Oh, so school is still going okay?”
“I wouldn’t know,” he said. “I haven’t been.”
I pulled back to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I stopped going.”
I gaped at him. “But you’re so close to graduating. How are you going to find another school to take you now?”
“I’m not,” he said. “There’s no point. A degree isn’t going to do shit for me in these streets, Gracie.”
“But you didn’t want—”
“I know,” he said, cutting me off. I didn’t have to finish because he knew what I was thinking. “But sometimes we have to make choices we fucking hate to get what we want out of life. A little compromise never hurt anybody.”
As he said that, all I could do was stare at his battered face. Whatever this compromise was, it certainly hurt him. I was trying to wrap my head around it, trying to makes sense of what he was saying. I was trying to think of the words to explain what I was feeling, but I never got a chance.
Because my dreams?
They went right up in flames.
It started when I heard a key in the door, the lock turning, the clicking echoing through the living room.
Cody heard it, too.
He was on his feet instantly.
Panicked, I jumped up, trying to clean up the empty beer bottles but there wasn’t enough time.
“Get out of here,” I hissed, pushing Cody toward the window. He shoved it open, and I cringed at the loud groan of old wood. The sound was deafening. He was slipping out, the metal banging when he scaled the fire escape, just as the last lock clicked and the door shoved open.
My father appeared.
He looked right at me as I stood in front of the open window, visibly trembling, with an empty beer bottle in my hand that I was trying to conceal. It only took him a second to put the pieces together as his eyes swept along the living room.
Before I knew it, he was running, disappearing back out the door. Shit . I hoped Cody made it, that he was gone before he could get caught, and climbed out onto the fire escape to try to warn
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