Supergirlisme
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I held onto my pencil tightly. Sketching the outline of Eric's face wasn't as easy as it looked, but hey... It would look great afterwards. "Angel," Eric whispered, catching me off guard. "Mmm?" I muttered, not really listening to him. I looked down and focused.My body tensed as a hand-Eric's, I believe, started to run through my hair.
"I love these curls. So natural. So...blonde," a voice whispered into my ear, low and sweet. "Eric-" I was at a loss for words. A pair of lips started to press against the nape of my neck.
"Please, don't. You bastard," I moaned, his teeth biting into my skin.
My sketch pad fell from my lap as his hand pushed it away. "I wasn't finished," I protested, the pencil falling out of my now-weak grip. Eric pulled me up, off the floor, and into his arms. "I need you," he whispered.
"I love these curls. So natural. So...blonde," a voice whispered into my ear, low and sweet. "Eric-" I was at a loss for words. A pair of lips started to press against the nape of my neck.
"Please, don't. You bastard," I moaned, his teeth biting into my skin.
My sketch pad fell from my lap as his hand pushed it away. "I wasn't finished," I protested, the pencil falling out of my now-weak grip. Eric pulled me up, off the floor, and into his arms. "I need you," he whispered.
