Steps on how to lose your V-card- I guess this is it. This is the point I change my diary name.
Soren climbs out of the car and I follow after him, but my vision is still all shades of messed up and blurry.
I stumble on my feet but he grips my waist to steady me before pulling my smaller frame over his body.
He’s really warm and broad, muscles flexing and contracting as he hoists me up his torso. I’m a little bit addicted to his scent, how it soothes the chaos in my brain.
All I can make out with my stupid eyesight is the line of tall and huge trees and a sprawling city after the forest line. It’s built with skyscrapers that glimmer like the night sky has fallen on earth. I hear Soren’s feet crunching on gravels before I realize that we aren’t going to his penthouse.
“Soren,” I start
