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To all the girls that have been through some shit and want that soft kind of love, the one that feels like a cozy blanket on a fall night, this is for you.
Something no one knows about me is that I love to draw. It may seem silly or odd with my athletic persona, but it’s my thing. Growing up, I’ve always loved drawing, and when I went to therapy after my mom’s passing, my therapist encouraged it even more to sort out my feelings. So now, I still do it, drawing whenever I want to remember a moment or need a release.
ok girlie..
He’s making my girl uncomfortable for whatever reason, and to hell if I’m going to let it continue.
its giving wattpad...
“Who did this to you?” he demands, the chords in his throat clenched tightly.
no way people actually say this lmaoo
I’m so wrapped up in my rage that I don’t hear or see anything but Brad and fucking red.
mmmk buddy..
“No, because I’ll be the last. You won’t care about anyone before me, just like I don’t.”
slow down a bit bud..
“You’re talking to Aurora Vallacourt, bub. I know I can.”
of all pet names that existed.. you picked bub?..
“I don’t want this to just be a hookup. I want to be yours, all and only yours.”
idk how to feel rn
“The ice cream was good, but it’s time for the main course.”
AHH STOP IT RN. NO. EW.
Cameron then turns my body so that I’m facing him, but before I can process what’s happening, he’s lifting me off the ground and onto his shoulders. Oh. My. God. My mountain man rests my back against the wall, my thighs around his head, my legs dangling against his back, and my pussy right in his face.
how? and why? like what is the purpose?!
