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1. Gentle(of a person) mild in temperament or behavior; kind or tender.

He was gentle with his lips, carefully caressing every inch of my body like he promises. He left my blessed spots tingling with shots of sensitive passion. Never letting his sight off me.

Rolling over tangled in silk like sheets smiling at the remembrance of last night's bouts with this powerful man laying silent next me. It was still night out, Adin left the blinds open previously. He didn't care if the people across from him could see his toned body on top of mine. I didn't really mind it either. Waking up at the perfect time to get ready for school. Setting an alarm didn't cross my mind at all. Carefully getting out of bed not waking up Adin. Picking up my wrinkled clothes that were thrown on his carpeted floors. Tossing them on my slim body whilst searching for my chain of keys and phone. On top of the kitchen counter they were, grabbing my shoes before silently picking up my keys and phone. Looking around his moonlight lit apartment for anything i could've left. Kissing his lips lightly before leaving him to be by hisself.
Driving home to my apartment i share only with my mother, i wasn't old enough to be by myself. If i had a choice I'd stay with Adin but she doesn't know about my late nights with him and personal hangouts. I know i shouldn't lie to her, its wrong of me but i love adin, a lot. More than i should. Being away from him entirely would be the worst in life, well at least for me. Quietly unlocking the door and shutting it as hushed as possible, i set off to my room. Lighting my room up with a click of my side tables lamp. Grabbing fresh clothes out of my drawers and closet. I need to arrive at school in 30 minutes. A slight knock was at my door "are you up and ready dear?" Her quiet voice was muffled enough behind my wooden door. "Yes mom, im ready. Ill be driving to school again today" i said grabbing my phone, keys and bag. Opening the door to my mom in a pink robe and freshly made coffee in her hand. It reminded me of Adin, I'd always make it for him on good mornings. "My baby girl is all grown up" she said smiling deeply. Her gesture made me smile "it'll never stop." She quickly kissed my cheek and let me leave. I've been driving to school lately because i can spend more time with Adin if i end up staying with him. I'd have to be on the bus by 6:45 and i hate it. Waking next to Adin is something i want to do for a long time.

By the time seventh hour has come, my body is already tired. Getting prepared to tell the only person that knows about my "affair" with Adin. She has known about us since we first started talking. She supports it but she has her mind set to think its going no where and hes too old for me. A 5 year difference isn't that bad but it would be be better if i was an adult, i have two more years to go till im officially 18 but that means two more of hiding him. It sucks. It truly does, i want to show my love off for him where everybody can see. I need everybody to know i love him and that he's mine but he'll have a big chance of getting arrested. My mom would never say its okay for me to be with a 21 year old man and i don't want to be called a side piece around school. They'd probably think i was a side piece even though I'm his only girlfriend. Bringing myself into a dumpy mood, karsin asks if its about him. Its always about him. "I just wish he was younger or i was older, i don't want to hide him anymore" setting my stuff on my desk then resting my pained head on my hand. "I know you do but theres nothing much you can do about it, i know how much you love him so me telling you to call it off won't be in affect." Glancing at her, "I'm not gonna call it off with him", she positions herself toward me, "then stop complaining." What much telling her my problems.


Theres not many Adin Kolansky stories out there and the only way for me to get the perfect story is for me to write one. I know i wont get a lot of reads and ill probably be the only one reading it but i guess its okay.
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