hopelessly hopeful
LILITH MARIE EVANS
Lily Evans
head girl

❝she was a beautiful dreamer. the kind of girl who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the
S T A R S and left regret beneath the EARTH she walked on.❞

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  he had always imagined what she would taste like .
          firewhisky ?  chocolate ?  cinnamon ?  
                                she rarely stuck with the same thing ,  
and he found the mystery itself to be a key contributor to his lack of self control .
             unfortunately ,  he realized that the mystery would remain as such ,  
as all he could taste was copper and salt ;  his OWN blood .  
                 the pain of her bite was quick and barely noticeable ,  
    his own reaction proving primal and thoughtless as he watched her
                         with widened eyes as she pulled away .  it should’ve been illegal ,  
              leaving the boy there with a desperate spark in his eyes .
                   he was a teenager — GIVE HIM A BREAK .            

                  then she did

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                                                it seemed gentle at first ,  
       growing more INTENSE & PHYSICAL as his relentless hands scoured her body ,  
eventually lifting one of her legs against his hip .  
           the previous conversation blurred from his mind ,  
                            caught and mixed in with his heated mindset .  
          she was light  — like a FEATHER — as he he moved his free hand
 ( his other still on her thigh )  toward her rear ,  
               quickly lifting her up as his lips continued to clash with hers . 

giving the head boy and girl their own place wasn’t the smartest of ideas .
                               but hey … T R A D I T I O N

his hands left behind a trail of fire,
her skin igniting and coming alive
with each soft stroke. she couldn’t
help herself, a soft moan falling from
her lips as he pulled her closer, jumping
up into his arms. she wrapped her legs
around his waist eliminating any space
between them as she rolled her hips 
up to meet his, desperate for some 
sort of friction between them.

                      NAUGHTY NAUGHTY HEAD GIRL.

                                                        she pulled away only slightly, her fingers 
                                                         travelling up to his hair, tugging on his
                                                       raven locks gently as her lips explored his
                                                         soft skin, trailing gentle open mouthed 
                                                       kisses down his neck, eager to taste every
                                                       inch of his skin. before long her lips ached
                                                          for his again, like once she tasted his 
                                                        lips she was addicted and there was no
                                                                               turning back. 

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