The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 2

From day one, Zephyr was always pushing boundaries.

During class, he’d slide his hand under the desk to capture mine, fingers intertwining.

I never could bring myself to pull away.

During lunch breaks, I’d rest my head on my arms. He’d return from basketball practice sweaty, lean against the wall with one arm, his body practically caging me in. His raw, masculine scent would envelop me completely. I’d blush, totally flustered.

He’d casually grab my water bottle, tilting his head back for a long drink.

Water droplets would trace down his Adam’s apple, one falling onto my collarbone, sending

electricity through me.

Licking his lips, he’d flash that signature smirk: “Damn, Phoebe. You smell good. Even your water

tastes sweet.”

At the track meet, guys on the sidelines whistled and made crude comments about my bouncing

chest as I ran.

I tripped, completely mortified. Zephyr was the one who carried me to the nurse’s office.

After we turned 18, things escalated quickly. His advances became bolder, more explicit.

study hall, he pulled me

away, embarrassed, but he just gripped me tighter,

against my ear: “Fuck,

like a natural progression.

that only lovers would exchange.

with nervous excitement, heart racing as I prepared to meet him.

of Velvet

Chapter 2

first time with the boy I’d loved since freshman year.

world, systematically destroying all my

genuine feelings were just locker room talk.

I was nervously sharing with someone I loved was

had finally fallen for me too, but Katherine Linderman had

“kinky slut” for fun; she was the

all just

friends left, I hid in the stairwell. Hand pressed against my mouth, trying to

silent.

came

buzzed continuously.

his calls, the

Zephyr: [DurexUltra Thin.jpg]

Zephyr: [DurexRibbed PleasureMax.jpg]

you at, babe?]

[Which condoms you want me