Matilda

I woke up feeling like something bad was going to happen. I hate when I get this feeling because it's always accurate. I don't want something bad to happen to anyone. How do I go about this? I don't want to tell anyone. Maybe I'll just tell Sydney. Or do I keep it to myself? I decided the only way to distract myself was to do my makeup. I sat on the floor in front of the mirror and began to apply foundation.

I heard someone walk into my room. I turned around to complain about them making me mess up my eyeshadow until I was caught off guard by a shirtless, wet chested Jeremy standing in the middle of my room.

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"Wow..." was all I managed to say. He replied with a smirk. "Thought you'd be happy to see me," he said, walking closer. "Really wasn't expecting you to show up," I explained. I wasn't. I haven't spoke to him in days. No message or thoughts after he said he couldn't make the vacation to NYC. Now all I wanted was to jump his bones. He lifted my chin and kissed me passionately. I kissed back. He had me wrapped around his finger. I ran my hands down his arms, squeezing his muscles gently. He took my shirt off and started kissing my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips. My sweet spot. I used my magic to close the door. A few seconds later, we were on my bed. All I could think about was how hot he was. That heavy weight was lifted off my back and I wasn't even concerned I only managed to apply foundation and one eyelid full of eyeshadow. I just wanted all of Jeremy. And that is what I got.