Chapter 219
“You figure in out.” Caleb’s eyes flash to mine, and he looks away, I feel the heat cling to my earlobes, and I want to crand underneath the table Caleb knows. I might get sick. If he knows. then everyone will know, because he can’t keep any kind of serves. He likes to tell everyone everything ||
You think Harel’s saber Crane laughs. How did he find out?
would think so.” Cassius poes to the back door and grabs bis keys.||
“Let me drive. Thave to mad a few pictures. I got this new printer paper, high gloss, the colors pop.” Caleb’s up and out the back door|
Ican hear the music already thumping made the van. When he bought the minicam, everyone laughed at him. He got it custom painted, matte black, big rims. Timo firit windows. He told his parents he’s a family well now, but in doesn’t mean he can’t have style. He aho told everyone not to be jealous and don’t copy him. They all need to come up with their own ideas.
Cassim open the side door up. Once inside, he closes it behind me.||
Juice box?” Caleb reaches under his seat and pulls out a few ho
Cassius shakes his head no, and so da 1Л
“fucking love these. He spikes the box and sucks it up in one gulp, collapsing the container from the inside.
Once he’s done a quick two, we are on our way toward a she–wolf who doesn’t understand how lucky she
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Sometimes I think love can be a disease or an addiction, or at least for me it is. My love grew and grow until I turned into something malignant that ate everything in the path of my love. I’m not sure there a cure for me. Im not sure how I can be cured of my love for Clayton
The thought of Clayton and Rys together koops me up at night. I’m happy Dallas came back without Ry, but at the same time, I’m fucking struggling. I want Clayton to be happy. I want that, but a selfish part of me wants him to not be as happy as he was with me. Tacked up right?|||
Do you think they’re fucking by now? I cant stop thinking that Clayton in fucking Rya. It bugs me so much that he is probably fucking her. I wonder if he’s marked her yet? Is she better than me? I hope not. I know every line of Clayton I know him better than he knew himself and he know me. He knew everything that I liked or didn’t like. We had no idea what we were doing when we were young, no idea. We learned together, we learned everything together. We hid it at first. We would sneak away to our land, the place where you found me. That was our secret spot. No one looked for us there. Ever.
It started offent at first, you show me yours I show you mine. But once you get a taste for that, there is no stopping wanting to do more than look. We started to touch each other; we ked. Terrible at first, but we got better and better at it. I watched him the first time he was able to come. I was there for that, and he was there for mine when that happened to me with his fingers buried deep into my pussy and a finger in my ass. I came for the first time on his lap with my legs spread and his teeth pressed against my neck in our secret spot
It was only natural for things to lead up to him and now having sex. It was once again clamay, he couldat pat it in the first time, but we kept trying until we both were left with blood smears Letween our legs ||
He told me he loved me as he loaned me up, and I told him loved him, too. It was magical, on our island with only him and me. We always went back to our island, we went there to be alone, to live in our own world. We were our love story there in the cushion of moss. In my young mind, he was going to be my mate, and in his mind. I already was his mate. We just needed
Our parents knew. Our parents didn’t stop us. After all, our parents told us there was a good chance we would be mates. Everyone was excited when Clayton started his juvenile transition. I had this big plan on how we would announce it at school, and I’d be wearing this amazing outfit. I even had the nail polish picked out and what my hair would look like. I honestly thought I would he the next Luna and everyone else thought so. too. ||
want to be the best thing that ever happened to Clayton. I want him to be happy, but fuck, I want him to think back and realize I was the best. He loved me the most, and no one could love him better than me. I am so selfish. I am so fucking selfish that I want to be the one Clayton can never get over. I want him to realize that not even ya can be better than what I was to him.
