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I shot him an angry look as I pushed him again with all my might. My eyes falling on the knife on my nightstand, I hurriedly move closer and grab it. He smirked and raised his hand in the air. "Don't you dare come closer to me else, I still strike you with this knife" I threatened. He is crazy if he thinks, I'm going to give in his foolish desire. He knew, I'm still a virgin and has been asking to be my first. This is not his 10th attempt to sleep with me. I'm glad, I always escape from him every time but I'm really scared right now.

I knew both my body and my mind longed for it. Human blood. I hurriedly went into the location where the scent came from, and I saw who the blood belonged. It was from a camper, his knees where scratched, probably from fiddling so much. God, the scent is making me insane, and the thirst for it is talking a toll on my sanity. "Breath steadily and relax." My dad's voice reminded me. He may not be here but thankfully I'm still sane do to the right thing, which to my body's dismay, was to retreat.

" I tugged my hand out of his grip and walked away. Stupid ass, how could he just be so plain with it, Ugh. "Emma I was joking, stop walking away from me." He shouted running up to me. "Can't you take a joke?" He chuckled. "No, because it's not funny! Tristan, I'm a virgin and-and i-I'm really scared. I don't wanna make the wrong choice." I looked down at my bare feet. "I know you are. I'm really sorry, but I promise to make your first time amazing and special. Just think of how good it'll feel when I'm inside you and you are not able to breathe properly because of the pleasurable pain.

"Ah, Daddy… Be gentle… I have a date later, and I can't drink too much…" I squirmed against him, my waist moving against his chest as I tried to break free from the embrace, but it only made me press my body closer to him. I just wanted to control my desire, but this feeling was just too wonderful and electrifying. Yet, as soon as Charlie heard what I said, he frowned as a dark look flashed in his eyes. He put an arm around my waist and placed the other hand against my chest, pinching one of my erect nubs in a threatening manner.

" I know I should be excited, but I am nervous about having sex, and he does not want me anymore. I remember the last time we had sex, it was my first time. He told me I was not any good. I do not want that to happen again. I felt like I was going to cry. I do not want to show him that something is wrong. I am so stressed out because of what is going on with my stalkers and my heart for Wade. I pray he does not hurt me. I started crying; I could not hold it in. I let them fall the tears.

he warns, stretching the last vowel of my name. "Fine," I sigh before breaking into a Cheshire grin and saying, "Terrencia." This time, he lets out a dramatic groan, and I can't resist blowing him an air kiss before genuinely reassuring him, "It's okay to be nervous, dude. Honestly, if you genuinely like someone—like you clearly do—it's normal to feel jittery about things like date nights, even after dating them for a while. Can you believe that?" I ask with genuine astonishment, still surprised that despite being together with Max for three months, I still get pre-date nerves from time to time. "Yeah?" He chuckles, shaking his head at my incredulous expression. "Why do you sound so surprise

Maya: Of course, you have *eye roll* Maya: Shoot! Vinnie pulled the cover over her head and grinned at the glowing screen of the phone, her heart doing funny flip-flops underneath her chest. She wrote and rewrote the message, unable to decide whether to be straightforward or start with something vague. Vinnie: Your first kiss. Vinnie: How was it? She hoped it wasn’t too weird. It was okay to be curious about kisses at her age, right? The three dots came to life next to Maya’s name.

The first photo was one of Cornell kneeling on the ground while gently massaging her swollen ankle, and the second one was a screenshot of my digital ticket. The caption read, "So lucky to be a spoiled princess today. I got front-row seats and a special someone to search high and low for an ice pack for me when I twisted my ankle. "So what if some people get so jealous they start barking like a bitch? He still chose me after all. Love, peace, and rock and roll forever." In the comments under her post, people marveled at her close relationship with Cornell. Some of them also condemned the "some people" she'd been referring to in her caption.

“It’s private. Since this is our first date, surely no one knows yet. Later, people would start to notice. If speculations are made about us, we have our story to tell and we’ll have evidence to back things up. This is our first date. It won’t be a rushed wedding or whatever shit those writers will come up with.” Andrea chuckled at the way he speaks. It was funny. He, on the other hand, likes the sound of her laugh. Initially, she was nervous and apprehensive, but he managed to make her feel relaxed. He’s easy to talk to. Maybe the wine and food helped. “What else do you think I should do? For now, I mean. This coming week? Aside from visiting your office and bringing you something.” “I’ll l

“This place.....Thank you for bringing me here but it feels to....” “Intimate?” he completes my sentence and the way the word rolls off his tongue made my belly flop. I swallow thickly and nodded. A smirk stretches on his lips, he leans closer and whispers. “Does that make you nervous?” My mouth went dry from his intense gaze, it made me feel vulnerable and uneasy. I scoff, trying to play off my nervousness. “Nervous? Nope....” That was a blatant lie. He arched his brow, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was holding in a chuckle. “Its okay to speak the truth, after all....this is our very first date.”