Sorry for the hiatus, I am trying to get back into sims hopefully more things will be up soon!
As his hands touch my bare skin the spark’s even stronger. He strokes my cheek then holds his arm around my back.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" he asks sweetly and I wonder if he’s ever said it to someone else before he kisses me and makes all my thoughts erased.
After a few fumbled kisses I dragged Dexter into my room. He pulled his own clothes off and stood in the corner. I wrapped my hands around my body.
"Your turn?" he laughed and i shook my head suddenly the only thing that filled my head was how many girls he’d seen naked before. and how i’d compare to them.
"What’s wrong?" he asks, part of him sounds scared but he coughs a little and seems detached again.
"Just… scared." he walks over to me and tickles my stomach making me laugh uncontrollably.
"Not scared anymore." he smiles as he slips my dress over my head and I kick off my shoes.
I was a little tipsy when Dexter dared me to do a ‘keg stand’ so I let him lift me up. His hands made my skin tingle even though he never touches it.
"You’re so sheltered sweet Georgia." I was surprised that he said my name right as I splutter when he puts me down. but he doesn’t quite let go of my hips. he pulls me in to him and I can’t decide if it’s a good idea.
"Don’t tell me you’ve never been drunk Georgie.."
"Georgia" i corrected him, he was doing it on purpose to make me feel worthless like he didn’t care about me whatsoever. "But no i’ve never been drunk."
"We’re going to have fun tonight." he laughed as we danced. That party was when everything changed
"What about the bimbo who I heard screaming last night?" I point to her glaring at us across the room but he just shrugs.
I laid on my bed, unable to sleep due to the noise on the other side of the wall. The screaming from the blonde daddy’s money girl. The banging of the headboard against the wall. She seemed to be enjoying herself but there wasn’t a peep from Dexter who she was with. I hoped that was because he wasn’t enjoying their encounter as much as she was. But I still couldn’t stand the screams. and i still couldn’t push away the desire to be her for one night.
I look outside my bedroom window before walking outside and starting to spray the wall, It’s the first time I’ve ever used spray paint but it’s the only thing I’ve got so I just fumble along making my mark on the wall next to my window. I hear the door open but I just assume someone’s off to a lecture and ignore them. but i hear the steps coming closer and my muscles tighten as I get a little scared about who’s behind me.
"Would never have pegged you for a street artist." Dexter states, he’s still stood with nothing on. It doesn’t seem to faze him being outside in public with only a thin pair of boxers to hide his masculinity. My mind starts to wander to what it would be like to peel off those boxers but again I shake it off before my cheeks turn pink again. he looks at me strangely before I realise that I have been silent and not replied to him. I’ve just been staring at him.
"I’m not, just wanted to sprouse up the place I suppose, I guess I’ll get better with practice." I look at the ‘art’ on the wall and imediatly feel embarrassed that he’s seen it. He smirks and walks towards the door.
"You’re not as bad as you think darling." just him saying darling makes me shiver although I’m not cold. I just keep thinking of him in ways I shouldn’t
I stop in my tracks as I walk into the kitchen to find Dexter in only his underwear cooking. The hot gas seems to have participated on his chest muscles making them glimmer in the light. I try to shake images from my head that I shouldn’t be thinking about a guy like him. He turns to me and I swear he notices my cheeks turning pick as I wonder whether he can read my thoughts. He gives me a half crooked smile.
"Want some?" For a moment I think he’s talking about his body but then I remember the waffles that he’s shoving in the oven. I shake my head quickly and almost jog out of the kitchen. I know I’m attracted to him but I hate it, I hate how he smirks at me and how he’s determined to convince me that he’s not a bad guy, and how he wanders round in his underwear as if he’s beckoning me towards him.