Chanel and Ethan 19
Confessions, paint ball wars and orgasms. The perfect combination.
His skin beneath my fingers, I trace feather light patterns on his firm chest. My head is next to my hand as I listen to his heart beat, the steady rhythm of his breathing. His arm is wrapped around my body, relaxed and comforting, and somehow protective. Always protective. I want to be no where else. “What happened tonight?” Ethan asks in a hushed voice. “Some of the best sex I’ve ever had,” I reply in a subdued...