Two years ago

Amely

Panting, Amely got off Jared's waist and dropped tired on his bed. It was small, hard, and uncomfortable, but it let her be near him.

She smiled up at him, enjoying the moment, and he turned to her. His lips tugged up in a gentle grin, and Amely felt like eating him alive. He was that cute. And he was hers. Her eyes watered for a second, and a worried expression appeared on Jared's face.

“Hey... What's wrong? Are you okay?” He touched her shoulder and pulled her to himself.

Amely sighed in his damp body and put her hand around his waist.

“I'm... I'm fine....