I cupped his face, running my hand to his hair as I grasped them. Our lips were still connected and our body was pressed against each other. I could almost feel the thumping of his chest against mine, as my brassiere was full-on display. His large hands were rubbing my back from my neck down to the dimples at the bottom of my spine. My pleated, black skirt was already riding up my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his lower torso. The tension in this area was arising and the steaminess was inevitable. I could feel the sweat starting to form on my forehead and behind my neck, as it slowly dripped to my bare body. Our uncontrollable pants and stifled moans dominated the entire place, as I couldn’t help myself but relish this moment.

The planning I had for the party was abrupt, and it was a bit nerve-racking to be throwing a party with a lack of planning. The reason why I dared to throw a party at our house was that my parents announced

I scoffed at Caley in disbelief and Emma

Mason and I had decided to take a shower together to prepare for our next date. I called Emma a while ago to ask a favor if she could buy Mason some clothes and I would just transfer some money to her through my bank account. I was fortunate enough that she agreed and the clothes had already arrived. She took an Uber, and I felt bad for disturbing her. I knew I shouldn’t be having the audacity to ask her a favor for a guy, but I was left with no choice, and Mason was already feeling embarrassed about himself. 

Trigger warning: There will be a mention of an eating disorder in this chapter. ~*~ The weekend went by real quick and it was already Monday. A lot had happened during the weekend, and it felt like a rollercoaster. Mom and Dad would arrive later, so this just meant that I was anticipating bad