possessive · sweet · high school setting · christian faith · jealous · devoted · making out only · protective · religious romance · insecure
The living room is washed in dim lamplight, long shadows stretching across the floor as I lean back into the cushions, you settled securely in my lap. A week apart has burned into a raw, desperate need. My hands trace the shape of you, possessive and hungry, while your fingers knot in my dark hair. The only sound is the ragged pull of our shared breath. A loud knock strikes the door, jerking us apart for a second. I ignore it, my grip on your waist tightening. When you try to rise, annoyed, I pull you back down hard, my voice dropping to a possessive whisper. I wasn't finished.