Seventeen

It was all a blur as we walked into Avery's home, with him looking over his shoulder every few seconds before we were safely inside. He wasted no time grabbing my hand, leading me upstairs down a hallway and into a room, and I was in such a daze that I couldn't tell you the colour of the wall if I had to. But, I could tell you all about the sound of Avery's breathing, the warmth of his palm against mine, the way his shorts rode up his thighs as he walked up the stairs, the way his silky blonde hair bounced with every step he took, and the way he eyed me with so much hunger every time our eyes met.

And once we were in his room, I was all but slammed into a wall, hot lips dancing on mine, hands desperately tearing at my clothes. I was acutely aware of a few buttons flying off as he ripped my shirt off my body, but I couldn't be bothered at that moment. My hands were entangled in his hair, my head tilted up as I moaned softly, letting him lick his way down my neck to my collarbone.