Lie
Orbitsthrough my windowares from through my window
And I would’ve let it.
Triston gripped my cheek, his thumb pressing softly into my skin, forming small circles on me. His other hand slipped down the center of my back, brushing over the zipper of my dress. The inside of the house remained silent. A long sigh of fabric gave way as he pulled it down with effortless precision. The dress nearly slipped off me, and my skin felt the warmth of him as he moved his hand to touch me. We were both in such an absurd mood, Triston's hand twisted on the back of my head, pushing me forward. My breath was nearly stolen, our faces so close to each other that we both could smell the alcohol on us.
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