I Sold Myself To The Devil For Vinyls... Pitiful I Know (Slowly editing)

So I uploaded, I might be slightly drunk though but that’s always debatable…

Ish did I just say that…

I figured anything I write after this you guys won’t give a crap so I might as well just put it in one chapter.

Shut up Kay. Alright Kay.

Anyway! I know I’m a bad bad bad bad girl *insert me getting spanked* and I made you wait forever blah blah blah.

Ya that’s it, I’m not going to try to defend myself… I’m swapping ladybugs off my keyboard actually…

 Oh! Translation like I promise! So the crap in French in the last chapter meant:

My soul has its secret, my life has its mystery. An eternal love in one moment conceived; the pain is without hope and so I had to silence it. And the one who cause it never knew.

 Most of you screw up the mal part. Mal here meant pain and not evil. Gotta be a real Frenchy to know the difference! 0_0

 So enjoy!

Oh and btw! SidneyArden I uploaded again in the 24 hour deadline so I want more Puppet Assassin! Oh hell YEAH! It’s not the 3 days deadline now! You have 24 hours young lady before I throw that cat on you! 0_0

MOUHAHAHAHAHA

Si Manech était mort, Mathilde le saurait.

Bubbles…

 And btw I’m a shrimp!

 ENJOY!

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First thought when I woke up, “Hmm, nice smell”

I had that thought few other times this week so I wasn’t surprise but when I took a deep breath to enjoy the nice smell again I realized my position.

Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!

I had fallen asleep in the bed bunk, WITH Blake and I was kind of in his arms right now. Actually I had on hand slipped under his shirt stroking his stomach.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…

Seriously, WHAT THE HELL? What was WRONG with me?!

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!

Alright, his skin was super soft and his stomach muscular and all I really wanted to do was snuggle closer to him… maybe lick him… but that would just be pushing my luck a little too much, right?

Oh god what had I put myself into?

So very very slowly I tried to get out of his hold, to not wake him up. I mean the last thing I needed was to have him wake up and then proceed on mentioning we had “slept” together.

Seriously what the hell had I been thinking? Or not thinking? Ugh!

His arms were around my waist, so with my left hand that wasn’t under his shirt anymore, sadly I might add, I took his and slowly pried it away from me, holding my breath, no so much as blinking.

And then I was out of his grip. All I needed to do was… get out. And he was kind of in the way. I would have to pass over him.

Though, when I glanced towards my feet, to the other side of the bed bunk, I realized I could go out that way too.

Ouf!

Alright, time to leave before this situation became embarrassing like I just KNEW it would…

So I just took one last good look at him… god he looked hot sleeping…

I couldn’t control the urge to just stroke his face. He was asleep, he wouldn’t know. And he was so beautiful. And I liked him…

Liked him? No liking him wasn’t enough to describe the way I cared about him, I knew this now.

I loved him. I did.

Without even realizing it, I was leaning against my right arm now, brushing my fingers through his hair with my left hand.

Alright Lexi, I think it’s enough now, I told myself.

But I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t even want to get out of the bed bunk anymore. I just wanted to stare at him sleeping. He looked so peaceful and without any problems or worries.

And just like the other day, looking at him like this, being the only one doing so, it felt like he belong to me somehow. And when he lied asleep like this you really couldn’t tell he had so much deep dark secrets hiding underneath.

I kept looking at him, my fingers slowly brushing his hair and I could see his scar again, the one under his eyes, the one he had gotten after his car accident, a car accident that was partly my fault but if it hadn’t been for that accident he might be dead right now… So in a weird way I was grateful for that scar…