" she was sweet and kind and soft and trusting and all things a girl shouldn't be in this cruel world "
Dakota Rivers
Prodigy — Artist — Enigma
Freshman
— she didn't hesitate to send @MonsterousYouth a quick text to alert him to her safe arrival.
[Just got back. My shift starts in 20. Are you free after?]
Weeks had passed since... whatever one wanted to call this t h i n g between her and @MonsterousYouth had started. It was hard for her to explain to anyone without sounding like she had gone absolutely mad. Their relationship was more than anything she had ever experienced —
— appease her father and Daniel, the patriarch of the Wolfe clan, but not that they minded; seeing each other again felt just like old times) before Dakota decided to make her way back to campus. A shift at the Maté was awaiting her.
Heading back to her apartment to change, —
@MonsterousYouth — move of their own accord to snake around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. Hiking a leg over his, her hips straddled his own as she reciprocated the kiss. Soft, tender, but passionate all the same. "I... still can't believe this is real," she murmured against his lips.
Blood maintained it's deafening rushing in her ears as she stumbled her way across campus. Placing one clumsy foot in front of the other, Dakota managed to drag herself to the first class of the morning. She desperately needed the distraction, but as she wondered into the —
@MonsterousYouth She blinked, her gaze stuck on his as she tried to process his words. She couldn't help the cheesy grin that formed. "Beautiful?" When had she even been called that, besides her dad. He didn't count, for very obvious reasons...
Finding her lips captured by his, her arms —
@MonsterousYouth — to the embarrassment. But if he meant what he said...
He, Jaxon Holloway, was thinking of her, Dakota Rivers. And he couldn't stop.
A thrill ran through her. Was that excitement? He thought of her, maybe in the same way she thought of him? Ludicrous of course, but possible.
@MonsterousYouth Leaning into his touch, she finally gained the courage to steal a glance at his features. He was calm and collected, as always. She wondered how he always managed to do that while she was an absolute mess.
"Really?" She managed, her voice cracking a bit, which only added —
@MonsterousYouth — as she let out a soft groan, her fingertips squeezing the glass for dear life.
"I can't believe you've seen that..." She sighed, wishing there was a nearby hole she could throw herself into. "You must think I am absolutely pathetic."
@MonsterousYouth At his words, her bodies stiffened. Panic sent blood rushing to her ears. Her profile... How did he know? He could he... Oh god, what did he see? Her face must have turned a million shades of vermilion as she hid her embarrassment, burying her face into the crook of his neck —
@MonsterousYouth — now there was more that she couldn't quite get? It was all too much to wrap her head around.
Lifting the glass to her lips, she took a slow sip. "I don't think you will. I trust you," she murmured before allowing her gaze to meet his. "And I want you, too... Desperately."
@MonsterousYouth — pressure of his lips against her neck was enough to make her melt into his touch.
His words terrified her. What was she not ready for? It was more nerve wracking to not know, honestly. They went from basically strangers to several incredibly intense make out sessions, and —
@MonsterousYouth — swollen lips as her eyes fluttered open. What was wrong? Did she do something?
Blinking, it took several beats before her mind caught up, processing his words. Eyes widened before she managed a half nod. "Sure- I mean yes. Yes, wow. Is it warm in here?" Flustered, her gaze —