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How a guy like Reese could have had a girl like you?No one could explain it. The hair always in order, the homework always done, the perfume always on them. Three sprays on the collarbone, two behind the ears, two on the wrists, two behind the knee.

You were habitual and orderly but your personality hid original jokes and a lot of maturity. Who cared about the navel piercing you had secretly done if your lowest grade was a B plus?

Reese loved your cheap strawberry shampoo and your laugh lines. You were completely lost because of her immaturity and the sass.

Your muscle warmers were brushing on his calves and your hands were on his face. Your back pressed against the mattress and with each of your moans Reese's hand stinged your thigh more.

During make out there were only two rules: don't leave any visible marks on the skin and don't make too much noise. It may seem trivial things but you have to stay behind that boy like a child!

You had gone to the bathroom to pee and when you were fixing your hair in front of the mirror you noticed two hickeys on your neck. I took a breath and you went with great strides to Reese, in the room.

"Reese Wilkerson!" You said entering the room. "You're a dead man!"

He looked up from the magazine he was flipping through on the bed. "What do you have?" He asked listlessly. He put one elbow on the bed and his head was tilted.