This Love ✔️

By booklings21

13M 393K 93.9K

Boring. That is one word to describe Sadie Jefferson's life. She goes to school, is on the honor roll, has tw... More

Introduction
1: This Beginning
2: This Boy
3: This History
4: This Concert
5: This Drunk
6: This House
7: This Game
8: This Phone Call
9: This Precious Jewel
10: This Book
11: This Smoke
12: This Dinner
13: This Invitation
14: This Skill
15: This New Girl
16: This Introduction
17: This Humiliation
18: This Intruder
19: This Advice
20: This Tutoring Session
21: This Hurt
22: This Party
This Feeling
This Body
This News
This Illness
This Captor
This Kiss
This Confession
This Friend
This Band
This Stranger
This Singer
This Bite
This French Fry
This Cold Shoulder
This Middle Finger
This Story
This Warning
40: This Mother
This Partner
This Adventure
This Dirty Text
This Wake Up Call
This Cock-a-doodle-doo
This Heartbreak
This Explanation
This Insight Part 1
50: This Insight Part 2
This Acknowlegment
This Backstory
This Loss
This Labyrinth
This Thing He Carries
This Murdering House Fly
This Awakening
This Photo Shoot
This Song
60: This Drunken Confession
This Secret I Keep
This Christmas
This Truth
This New Years
This New Schedule
This Goodbye
This Missing Person
This Surprise
This Present
70: This Brother
This Birthday
This Hot Lawyer (Sarah's POV)
I'm Begging You
This Letter
This Dream
This Jail Break
76: This Final Goodbye
This Epilogue
This Note
Bash's Pov 1
Bash's POV 2
Bash's POV 3
Xmas Bonus Chapter Part 1
Xmas Bonus Chapter Part 2
Xmas Bonus Chapter Part 3
Xmas Bonus Chapter Part 4
Bash's POV 4
Cameo

This Verb

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By booklings21

Gahhhh! This chapter will make you freak the duck out! So be prepared and feel the intensity and nervousness because this is where the past 40+ chapters have been leading up to!!

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And if you are missing a sex scene that I was to lazy to write then watch the video above!!

It's called Ride by Somo who is a new and upcoming artist and he sounds like an angel just so you know:)

This Verb

"I have an idea," he says before picking me up and carrying me out of the room.

"Bash what are you doing?"

"Making you forget him," he states as he climbs up the stairs.

"What do you mean," I ask with a shaky breath as he reaches his bedroom.

He doesn't answer until after he lays me down on the bed and closes the door behind him.

"I want you Sadie, I need you. Don't make me explain it but I do. So let me do this for you, let me make you forget him, let me make you forget you," he pleads with large captivating blue eyes.

"Bash," I say softly, "We can't keep doing this."

If we keep getting this close, handing this part of our selves over to each other with shaky hands, then things will get complicated. Very, very complicated.

"Yes we can," he says right before his lips meet my throat. "Please Sadie," he begs again and I find something so intimate in him begging for me.

"But feelings Bash," I say reluctantly.

He pulls away with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?"

I swallow, trying to reign in my hormones. "Physical friendships like this never ends well. Someone always gets hurt."

"I won't hurt you," he says softly, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek.

I push away his hand gently. "It's not me I'm worried about." I may let people in and let them put my trust in them but I don't fall in love with just anyone. Hell it took five years for me to admit to myself that I love Lucas.

Bash stares into my eyes as the seconds roll by. Finally he speaks up, "You don't have to worry about me either Sadie. I promise I won't fall in love with you."

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His lips meet mine again and this time I respond.

He won't fall in love with me.

I won't fall in love with him.

This is going to be okay, he's just helping me here while getting something in return as well.

His lips trail down to my throat, achingly slow.

"Bash," I groan frustrated.

Finally he gives me what I want and it's bliss.

Our bodies connect and I don't know where one of us begins and the other ends. We become one in some sort of unfamiliar way but this time is different than the others. We take it slow and take the time to run our hands slowly over the other person's body, memorizing and committing to detail as if this is our last day on earth. We both last a lot longer as well, we don't do what we have to do quick and easy so it can be done with. We drink each other in and as a result its heaven for both of us.

Once we're done Bash lays his head on my naked chest, his deep breaths caressing my skin.

"That was," I say breathless, unable to even form the right adjective.

"The best I've ever had," Bash finishes for himself.

"Whatever we did, we have to keep doing that." I chuckle and unconsciously run my fingers through his hair.

One of Bash's arms tighten around my back while the other plays with my free hand. His only response is a muffled "mmhm."

"Hey Bash," I say after a long while of comfortable silence.

"Yeah," he mumbles so I know he's close to sleep.

"I'm sorry about your ex. You didn't deserve her anyways."

Bash lifts his head from my chest for the first time since he laid it down in the first place. He looks at me strongly, the same way he has been recently, most recently while I was clutching the bed sheets underneath him.

"No," he says softly, "I didn't."

"Did you love her?" I'm curious to ask.

He sits up so he's straddling me and leisurely runs his fingers over my stomach, painting his own picture for only him to see. "I don't even know what love is Sadie, but yeah at the time I thought I did."

"Do you have an idea what it is now?"

He shakes his head. "Do you?"

I bite my lip and think. Love is one of the greatest unanswered questions, not because no one knows what it truly is but because there's so many types. So many different answers and ways to prove it, that it's like a math equation. It's supposed to be simple but as you get deeper into it then it gets more and more confusing until the whole board is filled up with symbols that you don't even recognize and by the end of it your whole brain if fried.

"Love isn't a noun to be defined, I think it's a verb to be acted upon. It's when someone's happiness is more important than your own. Love is being faced with endless obstacles and how you overcome them. Love is having everything in the world but only wanting that single person. The way you can tell if you truly love someone is if your forced to live on the streets or stranded on an island or living in the arctic but not caring about where you are, as long as the person you love is besides you every step of the way."

Bash seems to think about my shot in the dark for a few minutes. As he takes his time I happily run my fingers up and down his arms, tracing his tattoos and wondering where each one came from. A bird taking flight, well that's easy. A music note that is also a heartbeat, of course. A compass surrounded by roses, odd. There are many more that I don't have the time to wander over because Bash finally speaks up, "I didn't love her."

"You'll find someone one day that you'll truly fall in love with. Everyone does, they just don't always know it until it's too late," I tell him.

He smiles amusedly at me. "I want to know where you got all these poetic thoughts in your head from." He leans down and softly kisses my temple.

I run my fingers up his neck which is covered in an orange lotus flower, surrounded by fire and down his back now where a large intricate skull takes up every inch. "I read a lot of books which give me an idea of love from multiple people's perspective."

"Nerd," he mumbles against my throat.

I laugh and gently push him off. "Jerk."

"Don't tell me something I already know," he says casually, his hands folded behind his head.

I roll my eyes and jump out of bed, searching on the ground for his shirt.

"I'm hungry, do you want me to make you anything?" I ask pulling the large black shirt over my naked body.

"You'll cook for me?" He asks surprised. "I thought only wives do that."

I point an accusing finger at him. "That's sexist mister but I'll let it pass this time. But no, friends can do it too."

"Well in that case I want a grilled cheese. I'm in the mood for something hot," he says, his eyes raking over my legs and sexily biting his lip.

"Grilled cheese coming right up," I holler as I leave his bedroom, thankful to be gone from under his lustful stare.

I hop down the staircase, feeling light on my feet and a new joyous feeling over coming me. Whatever Bash did, it was amazing.

I hum a nameless tune as I prepare the food, a smile never leaving my lips. This weekend is going to be good. After I cure my grumbling stomach than me and Bash will take a shower together and hole up in his room until his Dad and stepmom get off work later tonight. Then I'll go home, finish the book that I've been reading and maybe start a new drawing, then tomorrow I'll go to the bookstore and get a few new books that I've been dying to read. Of course I'll stick myself inside a book or two for the weekend and possibly call Bash to catch up again. This weekend is going to be amazing.

Softly singing an old classic, I plop the sandwiches down on two plates and pour each of us a glass of ice cold water. We need to get re-hydrated after our workout just now.

I hear Bash turn the corner into the kitchen, courtesy of the creaking floor boards.

"I hope you like the taste of water," I tease, "and where do you hide your chips? I'm craving sea salt and vinegar right now." I pick up my own glass of water, taking a generous sip from it.

"Sadie?"

The sound of his voice makes my fingers slip and the glass to fall to the floor, shattering on the old wood floors.

"Sadie," he says more sternly, demanding for me to turn around.

And that's exactly what I do, ever so slowly and feeling the fear creeping into my bones.

"Lucas?"

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So tell me what you think!!!

And yes prettienpinkprincess guessed it a couple chapters back so I had to delete your comments haha I'm sorry but I wanted everyone to find out at this moment together:)

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