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The School's Princess is My Boyfriend

“Are you ready?” I asked, holding the flash up. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Yale said, staring straight ahead as the light lit up the entire tunnel. We waited a second before the ground started rumbling and shaking. I whistled, “This is going to be a big catch.” Yale didn’t answer, she was too busy preparing herself as we watched hundreds of gooy creatures running towards us. “Darling?” “Already on it.” In the prestigious school of an unimportant name, is where I go to, with my girlfriend, Yale Cassese. The Princess of the school. Popular, beloved and wealthy. She has it all. And yet she chose me, so you gotta understand that maybe she does not really have it all, you know. Then again, I accept so maybe we are on the same boat. As normal as our day life is, our nightlife tends to be much more interesting. We live very different lives comparing our day to our night lives. She is Yale when she wants to be and then Rumant, my boyfriend, when he wants to be. I don't mind either of them, honestly. Either way, they are my life and I will protect them from anything that dares threaten them. Even if that is ... me.

Moryoll · LGBT+
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Bed

Warning: Almost explitic scenes

"Core, can I talk with you for a bit?" Lucille asked the boy who nodded at her. "You can stay too, Harper. You both are partners after all." 

I stared at the two, heart drumming against my chest before I turned to see Zion talking with Cameron. 

I am happy that he did not ask me to sleep with him. He promised that he will be patient with me and he really is keeping true to his words. 

That does not mean I am very happy with his predicament. I wish I could sleep with him but ... I skin crawls if anyone so much as touches me. 

It took dating Zion for almost three years to finally allow him to lay on my lap. I don't think I will be able to even let him touch me there. 

Bathing is a different thing. He is not touching my skin directly. He is using a loofa. 

But ... that does not mean I do not enjoy his touch. In fact, I dream of it sometimes. Though I am not going to admit that to him. No way.