THE ONE LOVE STORY

THE ONE LOVE STORY
once upon a time,
In the uncertain days of teen hood, 
A rare yet real boy came to a girls life .
He treated her like a queen.
Not the extra jewelry and fancy baths
But the respect and admiration .
Like he finally found something to bind his loyalty to.

He thought she was not only lucky, 
But very beautiful with a heart to die for.
A girl of her dreams,
Sometimes an annoying brat,
And most certainly the exact definition of a girl she wanted to marry,
So his days will be filled with her presence ,
The air he breathes filled with her scent,
He wanted to do her all day everyday. 
For he craved her.
she was his addiction. 

But he was a man apart!
By experience not choice.
Scared of giving her his whole heart
Believing they are unreliable 
Because they easily get broken.
He felt she drives him crazy
Yet he had no effect on her.
He felt hopeless in love.

When the girl found out,
She asked him,
"What if I was made for you?
What if this is it?
What if I wasn't one of those fools playing some games?
What if I loved all the what if's away? ?"

Looking straight into her eyes,
His mouth formed a perfect smug 
That invited long drugging kisses,hot,melting together ,
Before she recovered from her fantasy,
His hand was at the nape of her neck,
His mouth was perfect,hungry,demanding and possessive ,
His tongue made it a sinfully rich kiss devouring her insides,
His hands maneuvered in her body,
Patient and determined to find every trigger point that had her gasping in need,
Whips of lightning danced in her bloodstream ,
While tongues of fire licked his skin!
He claimed her!
Branded her!
Owned her!
Marked her!
And did a thorough job !
Without minding they were in a class room in a school the middle of a town with many CCTV cameras ,
They had their last_ first kiss.
By Favor khaoya 

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