‘Imagine, in the present day, that you’re out on the rooftop of your apartment while it’s raining goofing around with Edward. You don’t know if it’s the rain or his presence, but you feel a rush of adrenaline and you’re excited to feel him against your body. Before you know it, you grab a handful of his shirt to pull him closer and your lips are on his. The adrenaline pumps through your body and you’re trying to press your body against his, like you can’t contain your desire. Edward pulls away, his bright eyes suddenly darkening with desire. One of his hands rises up to cup your cheek, and then slowly his fingers trails down your neck and your exposed skin. That is enough to entice a shiver from you, and that encourages Edward to replace his fingers with his lips.
‘While you peel off enough to slip your cold hand under his shirt, feeling the goosebumps under your fingers, part of you wants to stop, since you’re both outside in the pouring rain. That protest seems to die the moment his lips brush against a sensitive patch of skin. Your eyes flutter shut and there is no turning back. The adrenaline is still pumping, and you’re not entirely aware of when you found your back against the rooftop entrance, and how he managed to peel your bottoms down before he hastily enters you and relentlessly thrusts into you. All you are aware of how his skin feels against your hips, his scruffy beard scratching your neck, and your shared desire.’
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