Winter Break AKA The First
It was cold.
Crunchy ice covered grass.
“I don’t want to go home,”
she said. .
.
Late-night sneaking,
Christmas lights glowing—
haphazard, just in time.
Bright enough to pine. .
Hormones and eager tongues,
slippery fun,
.
breathless kisses, squirming nerves...
Lying together, breathing...
.
“Don’t fall in love— with me,”
she said.
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Posted Jun 9, 2025, 2:32 PM UTC
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