Hate and Other Crappy Things by Living·my·life Forever (korean ebook reader .TXT) 📕

I kissed him as soon as he came and our lips moved in sync. Tingles and sensations spread throughout my body like wildfire, something I had never felt with Elliot. With Elliot, I only felt lust. It was like a teenage dream which was fun at the time but in that moment, I found myself wanting more. My whole body wanted to feel love, that passion that you only see in movies and then find yourself imagining it in your slumber. 

He smiled against my lips and kissed me at a faster pace. With Jesse, I could tell we both were experiencing that passion. He didn't kiss me with lust or with sensual movements. He didn't try to go too far. Jesse is the perfect gentleman and that's what I exceptionally need. With Gabe still in a coma and Asher coming home high almost every night, the drama has been getting the hair on my neck on end. My heart yearned for that feel of peace that Jesse brought trailing in his presence and around his frame. None of my past boyfriends could compare to him and...well I guess I may be falling for him. 

My hands tugged at his hair and, it always works, he let out a manly moan. Ohoohoohoo!(pronounced oh-who-who-who. Yeah, I'm cray cray. Watevas!) I leaped up, clutching his waist tightly with my legs. His hands squeezed my thighs and his thumbs drew circles on the revealed skin my shorts exposed. My body spread with shivers once again and his lips went wide with pleasure. 

He made a trail of soft, lingering kisses from my jaw down to my neck where he started to lick and suck hard. I moaned from the addicting pain he caused as he hit my soft spot in the crook of my neck. The hunger was too much and I took off his shirt quickly. 

"...bedroom," I whispered and bit my lip, stopping the moan which threatened to break out of its jail cell.

He grinned and his blue eyes became brighter than I've ever seen. He ran us up the steps and slammed me on the bed. I let out a giggle and grasped his hand, forcing him to come down. My hands were rampaging his body, tracing the contours of his tan abs. I barely touched him with each trace I made, causing a chill to go through his body.

I giggled again and pulled his neck to my lips, flipping us over. Pressing my body to his, I left my trail of hungry lips down the middle of his stomach. He arched his back and a grunt exuded his lips.

Our clothes were spread all over my floor in a matter of minutes. He was on top of me, his eyes roaming over every inch of my nude body. I saw he was satisfied with what he saw. He leaned down slowly, his hands snaked up my body slowly, and his hands caressed my breasts and massaged. I couldn't hold in my moan which came out louder than I expected. 

He looked up and stared at my face and only my face. "Do you want to?" I nodded cautiously, going over my decision. I discovered I was absolutely sure and reached to grab my box of condoms out of my drawer. He rapidly put it on then kissed me dreamily with every emotion we were both feeling. 

"Are you sure, Bree? I...I don't want you to end up having regrets. Are...are you positive?" he said this against my neck, avoiding my eyes. I pulled back and held his face lightly in my hands.

"Why would I regret you of all people, J?"

"I...I don't know. It's just I've had feelings for you for a long time and...I want you to enjoy it, I guess." I smiled and pecked his lips. 

"I will and you know it." 

He stared at me for the longest time and then finally slid inside me, thrusting away. 

"Ah...fuck." I yelled. Moans from the both of us spread the room.

~A/N: Suppers! Just real quick, from now on I'll tell you when a sexual scene is coming up.~

I opened my eyes and saw the rays of the sun embrace my sky blue walls with a blinding light. I had to blink a couple times to adjust myself. Memories of the day before rushed through my mind like an enraged herd of...buffalo? Yeah, why not? It brought a sleepy grin to my lips remembering what happened. After our uh, bedrocking experience, Jesse made his famous home-made pizza. Well, it was rather famous to Izzy and I anyway. While we ate, we played spades, a game in which he always wins and later watched The Sound of Music and 17 Again. He actually/ironically loves those movies. 

Our movie was cut short when Asher burst through the door staggering in a drunken state. He brought with him the awful smell of thrown up vodka as well as weed, along with something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. I gave him four tea bags of chamomile tea to knock him out and Jesse helped me to take his limp body upstairs. That bastard was always ruining things lately. Although, it really put a painful spark in my heart to see him that way all the time. It hurt me even more that I couldn't do anything about it. 

I rose from the bed and looked around but there was no Jesse. I turned around and saw a note on my night stand. 

Gabby, 

I'm down stairs making french toast. Come on down, babe. 

My light, I love you. You are the flame that keeps my heart ablaze.

Love, Jesse.

We declared our love to each other the night before and I stared at the note awestruck. I am in love. Jesse and I have known each other ever since the piss and poop filled diaper years. He's been with me through it all: my mother and father's abuse towards my brother and I, the sleepless nights, the tears and sobs. Everything. I never had the strength to even think about us with all the problems that clouded my mind. And now? I am seventeen going on eighteen, same as him, and I'm madly in love with Jesse Michaels, the man of my dreams. 

My body craved for a shower so I went to my bathroom and gladly jumped in. Sweat and well um, other bodily fluids, trickled down my body in the form of bubbles and suds. I got out after thoroughly washing myself and went to the sink to brush my teeth and wash my face. Then, I went to my room to put on my bra and undies along with my white body hugging tee shirt and tight, gray sweat pants. My hair swung from side to side as I put it in a tight ponytail, sending a berry scented smell to my nose. Jesse would always say I looked hot in a best friend type way in that outfit. He wouldn't even let me out the house with these clothes on! Overprotective mut...but I love him!

Now that we are together, I won't let his sexy ass go and I know that he will do the same. I fell onto the bed and breathed in the Abercrombie and Fitch scent of the comforter that Jesse left there. He was finally mine! 

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"Get off...s-st-stop it!" 

"Nope!" Jesse paused to pop the 'P' and then continued to tickle me into giving him the remote. I had switched to Teen Mom, a show that he hates with a fervor. So do I, but I only turned to it to annoy the hell out of him. 

"Why are you t-torturing me?!" he only laughed and continued to tickle my side. He had both of my hands locked in his big one and his knees trapping my calfs, stopping any chances of coming out of his grasp. I wiggled as much as I could and was able to get my knee out. I looked at him devilishly and shoved my knee into his groin. Boo ya! His hands moved away from me as he crashed to the floor groaning in pain. 

"Who's... crying out for help... now?" I gasped. I crashed to the floor as well, trying to find oxygen. I felt like I'd literally have to go on a three hundred year quest to find it. The struggle was real. 

After three hundred and one years, I got up to grab a water bottle out the fridge. I took a day for vacation which would explain the 'and one'. Jesse came in the kitchen, like he hadn't aged a bit, and grabbed a water bottle for himself. He stared at me with a thoughtful face, one of amusement and frustration tied up in one handsome silhouette. I returned his gaze after taking three big gulps and let my eyes scan his masculinity from head to toe. His arms were crossed and so were his legs, making him bare the appearance of a business man without the suit.

Yes, my smirk eased its way to my lips as I thought of what happened just minutes ago. I wasn't sorry at all for what I'd done and he knew it. I was enjoying that moment very much.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" all I could do was grin uncontrollably.

"Nothing? Nothing at all?" I poked out my bottom lip and shook my head, no. I took baby steps towards him and slowly ran my fingers through his 'Zayn from 1D' hair without the blonde highlights. I hate 1D but the hair is way more tolerable than the singing. 

"So, you're trying to seduce me now?"

"Maybe. Maybe not." He grinned and slipped his hands to my waist and put his lips to my ear. 

"Just so you know...it's working." I shivered which caused a rumbling in his chest that resembled the sound of a tiger. 

The phone rang, leaving our moment a 'to be continued' kind of moment. I inched my way to the cordless phone and picked it up.

"Hello, Tanner residents...slow down...Asher...what?" his words were jumbled. I could tell he was crying and couldn't help but feel something was deeply wrong.

"Asher? Look, I can't understand what you're saying...what...why?" I glanced at Jesse who came up behind me and put a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Who? It can't be... No!" I put a hand over my mouth as I let a tear slip down my face. "We're on our way! Stay with him!"

I ran to the door and grabbed my keys and waist-length trench coat. I put it on and fled out the door to the garage. Someone called my name but I couldn't answer, I just couldn't. The words were frozen in my mouth, disabling my ability to respond. 

I put my keys in the ignition but Jesse stood in the front of the car as soon as the garage door raised up completely. He then ran to the passenger side and jumped in. 

"Gabrielle, what happened? What's going on?" 

 I stared blankly at the driveway before me, not exactly seeing anything but the blur of my tears. He cupped my face delicately and turned my head to face him. "Baby, what happened?" 

I blinked rapidly, squeezed the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, and