"You sure you wanna do this?" Jordan Lynch looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm sure. And anyways, you're the guy I wanna spend the rest of my life with." I blushed, and kissed him softly.
"Same here." He Nuzzled his head against mine. "I love you."
"I love you more," I whispered, stroking his bangs on his forehead.
"Get ready, baby. For the night of your life." He pushed me slightly, to make me lie down, unbuttoned his shirt and lay down next to me, trailing kisses along my jawline, and all the way down.
I gave him my virginity.
I gave him everything.
I even gave him what mattered the most to a girl, not just her v-card, but also myself.
He accepted me. He said he loved me. He fucked me. He betrayed me.
He left me.
My dream suddenly shifted to a dark room.
"Get away from me, Parker." Even his voice was cold as ice. "We're done."
"You-you said you loved me!" I sobbed, struggling to stand still.
He ran his fingers through his hair. "I lied. Fine?"
"How can you do this to me? I gave you everything!" I trembled from up to down.
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The Playgirl Parker #Wattys2016
Teen Fiction#Highest Rating: #102 IN TEEN-FIC I put on my Gucci jacket, strapped on my Jimmy Choos, ran a manicured hand through my freshly-curled hair, and applied a single stroke of my ruby red matte lipstick. He yawned happily from the bed. "Last night was a...
