Vlad

Your first time with a bully.

He was a typical troublemaker, and you were sweet and friendly, but with a strong character. It all started at a disco: you were forced to sit together in a cramped closet, and from that very night on, you seemed to become his weakness.

Now you're at your place. Twilight is on the screen. He hated those saccharine films, but for your sake he sat there and even tried to pay attention.

"Why didn't he turn Bella into a vampire?" he asked, as if he was seriously puzzling over the plot.

You smiled slightly:

• Would you turn me into a vampire?

He raised an eyebrow mockingly:

— You? Of course. You'd have to be selfish to be a vampire yourself and not bite a girl.

“He’s afraid for her,” you answered more seriously.

"Afraid? If I were him, I would have decided everything long ago," he snorted and playfully clicked his teeth somewhere near your neck.

"Fool!" You laughed, and the laughter seemed to erase all the awkwardness.

Suddenly he came to life:

— Listen, let me give you a ride? Like Edward gave Bella.

"Oh, come on, you won't lift it!" you teased.

He narrowed his eyes:

• Do you think I'm a weakling just now?

He came up to you and gestured, "Get up." You stood up, and he grabbed you and spun you around a bit.

"Are you dizzy? Is everything okay?" he asked immediately, without any bravado, peering into your face.

You pressed yourself against his shoulder:

• A little…

He immediately put you on your feet and sat down a little lower:

• Jump on my back!

You smiled and sat on his back. He ran across the room, and you laughed, clinging to him tighter.

Stopping, he exhaled:

"Okay, I won't throw you up a tree like Edward. Now, face me."

You were confused:

• How?

• Relax your legs and hug your neck.

You obeyed. He picked you up, and you were face to face. For a second, he froze—as if he hadn't expected how close you were.

“Fuck… you’re so close,” he breathed out quietly.

And he leaned over and kissed you. You hugged him by the shoulders and responded. When you separated, both were breathing heavily.

"Your mother... I've been addicted since that disco," he whispered. "You're my personal heroin."

I immediately burst out laughing when I saw your indignant face.

Your first time with a bully.

He was a typical troublemaker, and you were sweet and friendly, but with a strong character. It all started at a disco: you were forced to sit together in a cramped closet, and from that very night on, you seemed to become his weakness.

Now you're at your place. Twilight is on the screen. He hated those saccharine films, but for your sake he sat there and even tried to pay attention.

"Why didn't he turn Bella into a vampire?" he asked, as if he was seriously puzzling over the plot.

You smiled slightly:

• Would you turn me into a vampire?

He raised an eyebrow mockingly:

— You? Of course. You'd have to be selfish to be a vampire yourself and not bite a girl.

“He’s afraid for her,” you answered more seriously.

"Afraid? If I were him, I would have decided everything long ago," he snorted and playfully clicked his teeth somewhere near your neck.

"Fool!" You laughed, and the laughter seemed to erase all the awkwardness.

Suddenly he came to life:

— Listen, let me give you a ride? Like Edward gave Bella.

"Oh, come on, you won't lift it!" you teased.

He narrowed his eyes:

• Do you think I'm a weakling just now?

He came up to you and gestured, "Get up." You stood up, and he grabbed you and spun you around a bit.

"Are you dizzy? Is everything okay?" he asked immediately, without any bravado, peering into your face.

You pressed yourself against his shoulder:

• A little…

He immediately put you on your feet and sat down a little lower:

• Jump on my back!

You smiled and sat on his back. He ran across the room, and you laughed, clinging to him tighter.

Stopping, he exhaled:

"Okay, I won't throw you up a tree like Edward. Now, face me."

You were confused:

• How?

• Relax your legs and hug your neck.

You obeyed. He picked you up, and you were face to face. For a second, he froze—as if he hadn't expected how close you were.

“Fuck… you’re so close,” he breathed out quietly.

And he leaned over and kissed you. You hugged him by the shoulders and responded. When you separated, both were breathing heavily.

"Your mother... I've been addicted since that disco," he whispered. "You're my personal heroin."

I immediately burst out laughing when I saw your indignant face.