Aston's Story (Vanish #2)
“ The wheels screech when they’re tearing out of the parking lot, I see for a split second the image of the forlorn bad boy receding in the rear view. I can’t help grinning. Auna wears her customary torn jeans and tank top, a far cry from the scintillating outfits she wears in the Pussycat Lounge.
That’s alright. She’s radiant whatever she wears. Whether I see the thin red strip disappear between her gorgeous ass cheeks, or I see her face in the morning with only the slightest trace of what mak...eup she wore the night before, there’s something unique about her visage. She is simply a beautiful person.
Her hair dances about her face while the wind rushes through the open windows, and she smiles. I get giddy looking at it, the dimples that form from her expression. I’m a little boy around her sometimes. In all other arenas, I’m a face of confidence, a strong-willed force. That melts away with her beside me.
I cling to it, but I’m only faking.
I reach over and place my hand against her knee, my finger plays with the fraying material.MoreLess
That’s alright. She’s radiant whatever she wears. Whether I see the thin red strip disappear between her gorgeous ass cheeks, or I see her face in the morning with only the slightest trace of what mak...eup she wore the night before, there’s something unique about her visage. She is simply a beautiful person.
Her hair dances about her face while the wind rushes through the open windows, and she smiles. I get giddy looking at it, the dimples that form from her expression. I’m a little boy around her sometimes. In all other arenas, I’m a face of confidence, a strong-willed force. That melts away with her beside me.
I cling to it, but I’m only faking.
I reach over and place my hand against her knee, my finger plays with the fraying material.MoreLess
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