His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Will you please tell me why?” You were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. You were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and you loose it. You put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, hey everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks you up an places you in his lap.
He rocks you back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He mutters into your hair.