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His fingers delicately weaved their way into my hair as our eyes met. My body was pressed up against his with nearly no space between us. Our mouths were slightly agaped, neither of us really knowing what to say. My heart was numb, but on fire at the same time. My breathing picked up and I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. Shawn's bodily reactions were similar. You could tell we were both insanely nervous. This was the most crazy, unimaginable thing we could do. But being here next to each other, feeling this connection and undeniable attraction, I felt more at home than I ever had in my existence. We knew something wonderful was happening, and something amazing was coming. Our foreheads touch, and I can feel his …show more content…

He replies with a slight nod, signaling me to continue. "I think I'm falling in love with you," I finish breathlessly. My eyes shut. Our distance lessened, if that was possible, when we kissed. It was a kiss of simplicity, yet so much passion. I could feel Shawn grinning against my lips. "I know I'm falling in love with you," he whispered. Without thought, I smiled. Shawn felt the same way as me. We could really be together, not just as fake significant others. This could be real. The ecstasy that had once ran through my blood was leaving as I realized I couldn't. I couldn't let anyone into this secret dimesion of solitude I had intentionally created, especially someone like Shawn. "I'm sorry. This is too dangerous," I backed out of his grasp, but he pulled me closer to him. "Baby, it's alright.. Please. Just like the first night we met. When you fall down, I fall too. I promise, I'm not leaving..." His words lured me. My 4.0 brain had told me this was a mistake. And I trusted my brain. For tests, knowledge, judgement calls. But I didn't need to think about Shawn. I knew he meant this. My heart was begging for him. I needed him. My smile reappeared, as did …show more content…

He pressed a sweet kiss to my lips and slowly entered me. I immediately winced, speaking the pain. "I'm sorry, baby. I don't want to hurt you," Shawn said sadly. "No, it's okay. Keep going, just slow," I kissed him. Shawn inched himself further into my body, and every time I would verbalize a pain he would apologize. I tugged at his hair until the pain turned into pleasure. "Shawn," I moaned, closing my eyes. All these foreign feelings were starting to feel at home. He began to pump himself in and out of me, significantly increasing my pleasure. He bit his lip. Shawn let out a string of mumbles, rolling back his head. An embarrassingly loud moan exited his lips and his cheeks flushed. I giggled. I gathered up some strength to pull myself up to his face. I started to place kisses along his jawline and his neck, slightly nipping at his skin. Shawn's lips crashed onto mine, and they played a song. First, soft and sweet, then darker, more desperate, forte. He was still pumping in and out of me, his thrusts now producing some pain. I usually managed to disguise it, however, I was unsuccessful this time. My breathing sharply inhaled and I let out a low

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