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Seth's P.O.V.
It's not like it was ever anything personal. Sure, I always loved her, but when the time came and opportunities mixed around, I realised maybe that love wasn't good enough. I told her; 'Baby, it's not personal.' and then I left.
Years later, I'm alone. Sat in my house, smoking. Lonely. There's nothing much to do around here. I guess that's why I moved here. In to the seclusion, where nothing reminds me of her. I miss her. Regret my choices.
Love should have won my heart, not money.
There's a hammering on the door. No, a cautious knock. My ears are too sensitive. I rose slowly on shaking knees, turned the handle.
Oh my god, it's her.
It can't be, though. I must be hallucinating. Lacey swore she'd never come back. My little sister ran away from home years ago, and she swore she'd never come back. My fault. All my fault.
Such a pretty little girl. Like a doll. Her blonde hair used to be short and thick and curly; now it tumbles to her waist in amazing golden curls with magnificence that could beat a lion's mane. Those innocent smiley blue eyes I remember are mischievous, sparkling, large. Framed by thick lashes that are lowered over her eyes shyly, seductively. Her little mouth was a bud, now it's a blossoming rose, an adorable pout and yet the corners are turned up. Her body...
Her body turns me on immediately. A stirring in my cock and then I'm done for, the bulge in my pants giving me away completely. I hope Lacey doesn't notice.
Her boobs are amazing. Stretched out tight against an open collared blue shirt, and then her legs, god. Her legs are so fuckin' fine. And those hips... I wanna see what those hips can do.
'Hi, Seth.'
He voice is amazing. It's so soft and shy, just like it used to be, but it rings like a thousand bells of confidence too. I try to keep my mouth shut. 'Wow. You've changed.'
Lacey giggled softly, stepping in, pressed against me. 'I'm not the only one.'
It's not like it was ever anything personal. Sure, I always loved her, but when the time came and opportunities mixed around, I realised maybe that love wasn't good enough. I told her; 'Baby, it's not personal.' and then I left.
Years later, I'm alone. Sat in my house, smoking. Lonely. There's nothing much to do around here. I guess that's why I moved here. In to the seclusion, where nothing reminds me of her. I miss her. Regret my choices.
Love should have won my heart, not money.
There's a hammering on the door. No, a cautious knock. My ears are too sensitive. I rose slowly on shaking knees, turned the handle.
Oh my god, it's her.
It can't be, though. I must be hallucinating. Lacey swore she'd never come back. My little sister ran away from home years ago, and she swore she'd never come back. My fault. All my fault.
Such a pretty little girl. Like a doll. Her blonde hair used to be short and thick and curly; now it tumbles to her waist in amazing golden curls with magnificence that could beat a lion's mane. Those innocent smiley blue eyes I remember are mischievous, sparkling, large. Framed by thick lashes that are lowered over her eyes shyly, seductively. Her little mouth was a bud, now it's a blossoming rose, an adorable pout and yet the corners are turned up. Her body...
Her body turns me on immediately. A stirring in my cock and then I'm done for, the bulge in my pants giving me away completely. I hope Lacey doesn't notice.
Her boobs are amazing. Stretched out tight against an open collared blue shirt, and then her legs, god. Her legs are so fuckin' fine. And those hips... I wanna see what those hips can do.
'Hi, Seth.'
He voice is amazing. It's so soft and shy, just like it used to be, but it rings like a thousand bells of confidence too. I try to keep my mouth shut. 'Wow. You've changed.'
Lacey giggled softly, stepping in, pressed against me. 'I'm not the only one.'
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