"Yes, I am positive. She's out with her friends. " He responded.
We began taking our clothes off and not before long we were completely undressed.
He smelled like booze but I liked it. I always like it.
Forbidden love.
She will never know.
We were making out, his fingers slipping through my long, black curls.
Under the covers we touched and grazed each other's bare skin and made passionate love love love. This wasn't the first time.
Not the last time either, probably.
We've been together for a year now.
And then she opened the door and walked in.
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