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Breaking The Girl	By : EarthToBella Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Incubus Views: 1414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Brandon Boyd or any of the members of Incubus, I do not profit from these writings and do not own Breaking the girl by Kim Korum.

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It's finally here! Sorry I took so damn long! Thanks for being patient Ero ;) It's dinnertime! I wonder what's on the menu? Hehe ;) Enjoy!
" It's a 'fuck me' dress. " Briana said simply as she stared at herself in front of the full length mirror wearing the dress that was sent to her place that morning by none other than Brandon Boyd.
" Bri, it's beautiful. " Kimberly admired, staring at the dress in awe.
It was Beautiful. Long, made entirely of shining black silk, and fit like a glove. It was elegant yet sexy. The slit in the front went all the way to the middle of her thigh and it made her feel like one of those old glamour beauties. The dress accentuated her curves just right. Maybe too right. There was no way she'd be able to wear panties or a bra with it. That was probably his plan she supposed. Dress her up to his liking... Fuck that. She had worn beautiful expensive dresses all her life. Brandon obviously thought he could impress Briana with it. Have her parade around in front of him, smitten with him for the stunning dress. She scoffed just thinking about it.
Who did this guy think he was? He probably thought she was some stupid little girl, stupid little whore, that he could change into whatever he wanted. Briana would not change. Not for him, not for anyone. She knew what this was all about and he would not win.
Briana grabbed the sides of the dress, bringing it over her head and throwing it on the floor. Kimberly quickly retrieved it and held it against her chest. " What the fuck, Bri? Why would you do that? " She spat.
Briana turned on her heel to face her, putting her hands on her naked hips. " It's not my style. "
" What? It's gorgeous, and, " she looked at the tag. " A Badgley Mischka! You're kidding! " Kimberly jumped.
" I know what it is, Kim. I just... I don't know. I'm not wearing it. " She pouted, now crossing her arms at her bare chest.
" Why? " Kim asked annoyed.
" Because, " She sighed. " Because he probably thinks he could order me around, dress me up like some life size Barbie doll. What a sicko. Well, I’m not gonna do it. " She scowled.
Kimberly stared at her disapprovingly. " It's just a dress, Bri. "
Briana sighed. Maybe it was just a dress. Maybe she was just afraid and trying to find any excuse not to go. " I guess. It's just, why did he have to send it? Like I’m some kind of an idiot that'll come dressed in stripper gear! "
" You're putting way too much thought into this. "
Yeah, that was a maybe too, she supposed. What she did know for sure, was that the thought of her spending the evening with him... in that dress... sent warm shivers down her spine. She wasn't sure if that was necessarily a good thing or a bad thing. The truth was the dress was trivial. She could wear that dress around confidently but in front of him... she wasn't so sure.
Yeah, he'd seen her naked, but that was at work. She was safe there. The idea of being alone with him period scared her a bit. Of course there was also a slight feeling of excitement. Once Brandon's gaze fell upon her, she knew what he'd be thinking. Bri would be thinking it too. She didn't want to go there with him. There was something about him she couldn't quite figure out.
Then there was the matter of what he wanted out of all of it. Was she just a conquest? Another number to add to his list? Another 21yr old to hop on his lap for a while? He'd fuck her like some little whore, not caring if she liked it or not, just wanting to get off... Bri didn't want that. She refused to be that for him. She certainly didn't want a relationship with Brandon, but she just didn't want to be used by him.
Kimberly smiled. " He likes you. "
Briana rolled her eyes.
" He's gorgeous. "
Briana sighed.
" You should really go. "
" Oh yeah, why? " Bri asked defiantly.
Kim shrugged. " What do you have to lose? It's not everyday that a guy like that asks you out. "
" Man. " Briana reminded with a small grin.
" Exactly, " She nodded. " Plus he seems pretty shy. I'm sure he's really sweet. "
" You don't think he might be a perv? " Bri asked warily.
Kimberly laughed. " No! Why would he be? "
Briana thought back to their private dance. She had been the one to get wet and fuck herself into orgasm over his strong, clothed, unwilling body. Maybe she was the debauchee.
" No reason. " She shrugged and slumped into an armchair.
Kimberly kneeled in front of Bri, placing comforting hands on her knees. " Listen Bri, I’m sure he's a reserved dude but he took a liking to you. A very strong liking to you. So quit your over analyzing and have some fun. You're only 21 for Pete's sake, live a little! "
Briana exhaled strongly then nodded.
" And wear the fucking dress. " The spunky blonde said, putting the dress on Bri's lap.
" Are you su- "
" Yes, I’m sure! " Kim interrupted excitedly. " You're irresistible in it. He'll be drooling himself all night. " She smiled.
Briana chuckled at the thought. " Okay then. "
" You'll show him whose boss and the next time he sees you he'll be groveling at your feet. " Kimberly assured.
Briana just smiled and nodded. She didn't want to say anything and jinx what her best friend so hopefully guaranteed. All she desired to conceive was what a great idea that was.
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Briana almost bolted out of her place as soon as she recognized the car that had driven her home the other day, pull into her complex. Kimberly wished her good luck and gave her a quick hug. She tried to walk quickly in her 5-inch heels, approaching the SUV as Jerry stepped out with a puzzled expression.
" I was just going to get you right now, Miss Dina. " He said opening the back door for her.
" It's Bri, " She smiled. " I got a little anxious. " Jerry nodded and she got in, sitting down as he shut the door. In a few seconds the car began to move and they were off.
After almost half an hour in the car, Briana's eyes grew wide when she saw the Venice letter sign shining brightly in the night. He lived in Venice beach. She had been a bit taken back by it considering what a 'colorful' and eccentric place Venice was. Then again he was sort of a weirdo.
As they were granted access through the gate and drove down a dimly lit path, Bri could see Brandon's home come into focus. Her jaw almost dropped at the sight of the Spanish colonial style villa. The luxurious mansion lit up beautifully as they pulled up the driveway. Briana had a wonderful mansion the summer's she spent at the Hampton's but not as grand as this one. It was incredible.
Briana shook off her stunned demeanor and pretended to be unimpressed. She told herself it was no big deal. She had led a life of luxury before and would not be galvanized.
The driver opened the door and helped Bri out of the vehicle. She smiled her thanks and proceeded to walk up the steps and to the door. She took a deep breath and was about to ring the doorbell when it suddenly opened. The nervous girl flinched with surprise and stared at the elderly man who held the door.
" Good evening Miss. Please come in. Mr. Boyd awaits you. " She smiled lightly and walked in. A butler? Jeez. With a house that big she figured Brandon needed all the help he could get.
Briana followed him to the study, observing everything around her. The Spanish Mediterranean colors created a rich earthy color palette as if drawn from nature. Rich reds and oranges of terra cotta and shades of green and blue brought the outside in. Many paintings hung on the walls. She gazed at the iron candleholders and unique candelabras that decorated the walls and some tables as well. It was exquisite yet rustic and she loved it, though she would never tell him that.
They walked into the room to find Brandon sitting on a wing chair behind a desk. He seemed to have been drawing something but immediately stood up and walked out from behind the desk as soon as he noticed Briana's presence. Brandon looked her up and down and smiled. She could instantly tell he was pleased. He knew the dress was perfect for her.
Brandon wasn't looking bad either. Briana could not believe how incredibly handsome he looked. His white formalwear shirt was open at the collar and tucked into his perfectly fitted tuxedo pants. The man knew how to dress to impress but Bri would stand her ground.
The butler exited the room, shutting the door gently and leaving them to their lonesome. " I'm really glad you came, " He smiled. " it's nice to see you. " He eyed her, her ample heaving breast in particular.
" Nice to see you too. " She said returning his smile.
" See you got the dress, "
Briana looked down at it then up at his leer that almost made her shiver. " Yes. Thank you. "
" My pleasure, " He nodded. " You look absolutely beautiful. "
He was good. He was really good. Absolutely beautiful. She almost blushed. Probably the nicest thing anyone had said to her seen she'd been in L.A. " Thank you. " She genuinely smiled.
Brandon grinned. " Please Briana, have a seat, " He said, leading her to an upholstered armchair.
Briana sat crossing her legs, watching his eyes light up as the slit rode up her supple thigh and exposed her leg completely. She smirked and he cleared his throat. " Excuse me. Would you like drink? "
She smiled, pleased with herself. " Sure. Whatever you're having. "
Brandon grinned, liking her answer and walked over to the small bar in the corner of the study. While he was pouring the drinks, Briana looked around noticing the shelves upon shelves of books, sketchpads, and drawing supplies that filled the room. She wondered if he was some sort of famous artist and cursed herself for not knowing more about art.
Brandon returned with the drinks and handed Briana hers before sitting in the armchair across from her. She tasted the hazel liquid and it's bitter taste burned slightly going down. A bearable burn. A good bearable burn.
" You like scotch? " He asked intrigued.
" Yes. " She nodded, taking another sip.
" Hmm, " He smiled with approval. " a woman after my own heart. "
Briana wanted to laugh but held back. She would let him try and woo her and then watch him fail miserably. She liked that idea. Briana was still studying the room when she noticed one painting in particular. She stood up and walked over to it. The woman painted in a dark shade of red had a white gauze-like mucus oozing out of her mouth, nose, and eyes. It was hauntingly beautiful.
" Do you like it? " He asked, coming up from behind her.
" I do. " She answered, not turning away from the fascinating artwork. " What's that coming out of her? "
Brandon stood beside her and stared at the painting as well. " That's ectoplasm. " He said pointing at the white misty mass. " It's a visible substance believed to emanate from the body of a spiritualistic medium during communication with the dead. Like the mouth or the nose or even the genitals. " Briana cringed thinking about that actually taking place. He continued, " About two years ago, the Met did a photography retrospective called 'The Perfect Medium' that was on the spiritualist movement and they did a book about it. Basically, it was spirit photography and beautiful, haunting black and white images of mediums, spirits, people in séances and whatnot, from the turn of the century. I was fascinated by it. The photographs are really freaky. "
Briana was more than intrigued. He was so interesting. She turned to look at him to find him already gazing at her. " So you did this? " She asked.
Brandon nodded, " While I was in Spain. In Barcelona. I was visiting a good friend. Every time I go there I end up creating something. It's not difficult to get inspired over there. The scenery is wonderful; the wine is delectable, have you ever been? " He asked.
Briana thought back to the summer she spent there when she was thirteen and how she had wished she never had to leave. " No. " She lied.
Brandon took a step towards her. He was so close she could smell the scotch on his breath. " Well, maybe I could take you sometime, if you'd let me. " The look in his eyes said that he meant it... and he did. He brought his hand to her face and caressed her cheek with a gentle thumb. Briana thought for a second that her heart would stop from beating so quickly as she watched his gaze move from her eyes to her lips. He was slowly leaning into her but she flinched when she heard the knocks on the door.
" Pardon me, " The butler said before opening the door. " Dinner is served. " Brandon nodded and turned back to Briana's relieved face. He smiled softly and held out his hand to her. She stared at it a moment before taking it. He had almost kissed her and she was afraid she might have lost control. His touch was warm and his eyes seemed honest but it could just as easily had been a facade. She had to keep focus.
Brandon led her outside, past the enormous pool and down a candle lit path where the gazebo stood. The lights on it were lit up and the small flowers that surrounded it were angelic. The night had a nice cool breeze. In the middle was the round table spread with small gourmet finger foods; breads, cheese's, among other things but no meats. He pulled out the chair for Bri and she sat down. He explained to her that he was a vegetarian and hoped she didn't mind. Briana didn't care, she wasn't that hungry. She picked at some of the foods as they drank red wine and shared silent smiles here and there.
Once they were done, the plates were cleared and Brandon leaned back on his chair, watching Briana as they sat there in silence. Briana was rendered shy and she hated that. She hadn't been shy since she'd been living in L.A. She told herself she had left that girl behind a long time ago in New York City. She wasn't shy; she stripped for fuck's sake. Something about Brandon was bringing this out of her and she didn't like it one bit.
The anxious girl pulled out a cigarette from her small clutch and Brandon immediately pulled out a lighter for her and lit it. She didn't want to smoke and had been doing so well with not doing it but she was nervous and slightly buzzed. She tried her best not to look him in the eyes. He was so intimidating she could barely stand it. What was his deal? Was he putting on a show for her? The romantic set dinner, the candles, ext... What did he want out of it? Was it sex? Was it a game? Something to keep his boredom at bay? Bri wasn't certain but the thought of all these things made her uncomfortable and upset.
At the same time though, Briana had to ask herself what her intentions were... As much as she hated to admit it, she was impressed by Brandon. But what would he do for her? She knew if wouldn't give her anything. She'd go with what she came, maybe without so much of her pride, maybe even a part of her heart as well. Briana could not imagine loving this man. No matter how attractive or wealthy he was. So the last question that plagued her mind was why was she still sitting there?
" It's getting late, " She sighed breaking the silence and sat up. " I should get going. "
For the first time that night he actually looked somewhat surprised. He sat up with her and grabbed her hand as she began to walk. Once again her heart picked up it's pace and her skin grew ardent. She was thankful when he slowly let go and asked, " Why don't we sit in front of the fire in my study? I had Pete make one for us and it's a tad cool out, maybe we could warm up? Talk a bit? "
" I don't know. I'm kind of tired. " She lied. Bri could tell her answer didn't sit well with him. His jaw tightened then loosened again. She told herself she didn't care. She felt out of her element in a place she used to be familiar with and wanted out.
" Please, " He said softly. " Just for a while. "
Briana knew she should have just ran out of there but something in his gaze took grasp of her. There was sincerity there and she couldn't resist. Plus,She thought, he hadn't been rude to her. He'd actually been nice and attentive of her, which was more than she had expected. " Alright. " She sighed.
Brandon smiled and took her hand again, leading them back. Upon their arrival there was a fire crackling and the room had a warm amber glow. They sat beside one another on the loveseat in front of it. Briana stared at the fire watching smaller flames turn into bigger ones. She could feel Brandon's stare on her though. He was studying her, looking for something. She decided to find out what.
She turned to him. " What are you doing? "
" I'm just looking at you. " He said, resting into his side more.
" No. I mean why did you invite me here? What is this all about? " Briana was getting fed up and wanted some real answers.
" I like you. " He shrugged. " I want to get to know you better. "
" We've hardly even spoken all night. What could you possibly like beside my tits in the dress you bought me? "
His smile curled into a smirk. " Besides the fact that you're exquisite, I suspect you have an abundance to share. You're more interesting then you lead people to believe. "
Brandon was charming and Briana tried hard not to be charmed. That couldn't be his only reasons. There was definitely more. She shook her head. " Brandon, I know why you really wanted me to come here, "
" Okay then, " He indulged her. " Why? "
" It's about sex. You wanna fuck me and I get that. " She said candidly.
Brandon's light brown eyes were smiling. " Briana, I don't exactly- " She scooted closer to him, cutting him off and said, " Listen Brandon, I know you want me, a lot of guys do, but I don't appreciate being messed around with or any sort of gaudy display of wealth. It doesn’t mean anything to me. “
“ I can assure you I’m not gaudy. This is simply the way I am. “ He said honestly.
Briana could tell he was being truthful. The dress and beautiful dinner was just him trying to impress her and what man doesn’t want a woman to be impressed with him. Still, she knew there was more hidden under that smile. They had met in a strip club where men don’t particularly go to meet their soul mate. She needed to know.
“ Why do you want to sleep with me so bad? “ She asked brazenly.
Brandon chuckled. “ Who says I do? “
“ Oh, please, “ She smirked. “ You’ve had a hard-on for since the minute you saw me. “
“ I don’t have a hard-on right now. “ He smirked.
“ Just tell me why? “
Brandon sighed. “ You’re very independent, Briana, “ He moved even closer to her, causing Bri to breath faster. “ You enjoy being a stripper because you think it makes you superior to the men you do it for, “
“ No I don’t. “ She said firmly. “ We’ve already spoken on this. “
“ I know that. “
“ Then let it die. “
He continued. “ You love having guys want you, “ Briana looked away but he took her arm, forcing her to look at him. “ You like having all the power, “
What was he trying to prove? So what if she liked that? Briana had the right to. She tried to jerk her arm away but he only gripped it tighter. She began to panic. “ Let go of me. “ She said through clenched teeth. He grinned, not letting go. She began to struggle against him. Pushing him away and trying to get her arm free but he would not budge. Briana brought her hand to his manhood and cupped it, giving him a slight squeeze. “ You mean like this? “ She hissed. “ Yeah, I love having guys by the balls. “
Brandon didn’t even flinch but reached over and gripped her hair tightly. Briana gasped at how aggressively he held it. He brought his mouth to her ear and nibbled it. He breathed hotly, “ The only man you’re interested in is the one who treats you like shit. The one to keep you under his thumb, “ He licked at her neck as she trembled. “ I know what you want, Briana, and everything you need. “
Briana was at a loss for words as he stared right into her blue orbs. She didn’t want to believe what he was saying. She tried to look away but could not. She decided she had to get out of there. This time she squeezed at him hard. Brandon groaned in pain and released her, pushing her away from him. He glared, “ You bitch. “
Briana stood up, holding the arm that he had gripped harshly. “ Fuck you. “ She spat. She was so angry she felt her eyes water. Brandon had her all figured out for the most part and she hated the fact that she couldn’t figure him out. She hated the way he was looking at her. It was the complete opposite of his usual gaze that silently salivated over her. He eyed her dispassionately.
“ Fuck you, “ She seethed as a few tears fell from her eyes. “ Fuck you! FUCK YOU! “
Briana was livid but momentarily confused when his look suddenly changed. Brandon was almost grinning at her. He loved her seething passion and he knew she was just a touch away from ignition.
“ Well, come on then. Fuck me, “ He challenged. “ Fuck me, Briana. “
“ Right! “ She scoffed. “ You’ll never touch me again, motherfucker! “
Brandon licked his lips then smirked. “ Your sweet little pussy tells on you, Briana. It’s wet and wanting this motherfucker in there fucking you. “ Before Briana could even react, Brandon had snatched her and pinned her on his lap, hiking up her dress. He lifted her knees and held them open, letting her legs fall on the outside of his thighs. His fingers quickly found her already moist warmth and he smirked to himself knowing he was right.
Briana knew he was right too. She told on herself. She was wet and wanting and it was all for him. She squirmed in increasing pleasure as his long fingers slid in and out of her and his thumb rubbed her swelling clit. She cursed herself for not wearing panties and feeling so good under Brandon’s hand.
Briana leaned her head back on Brandon’s shoulder so that his mouth was right next to her ear. His breath was hot against her and she could feel his approval growing against her ass. She moaned softly as she brought her hand up to her breast and moved against his hands. She shivered at how amazing he was with his fingers and was about to come when suddenly he stopped. Her need was aching and was in shambles over the loss.
The young woman opened her eyes in surprise and turned to find him sucking her essence off his fingers. He smiled smugly and said, “ So, tell me I was right, “
Arrogant bastard! Was he obsessed with being right or something? Briana knew he was right but would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her say it. She hated him for being so arrogant. Brandon would not win with her and she had to make sure she saw that through. She ripped herself from his strong hold and slapped him right across the face.
Brandon did not move but merely raised an eyebrow. Briana huffed and headed towards the door. She slapped him and it felt great. She was enraged and all she could think to do was hurt him and get out of there fast with the bit of pride she had left. She tried to walk as quickly as her 5-inch heels would let her go but she was abruptly pulled back with force. She spun right into Brandon’s chest and he wrestled her down to the floor.
Briana clawed at him and slapped him fiercely but to no avail. He was stronger than her and more determined. Something in her mind told her he wouldn’t hurt her but she felt the need to fight him as much as she could. Brandon pinned her arms back over her head and held her wrist sternly.
“ Get of me! “ She ordered, continuing to struggle hopelessly.
“ Tell me, “ He breathed hotly in her ear.
“ Tell you what!? “
“ Tell me you want me. “
“ No! Fuck you! “ She screamed.
“ Come on, little girl, “ He grinned. “ Tell me how much you want me. “
Brandon stared her dead in the eye and Briana tried to turn away from him. “ Tell me, Briana. Say it. “ He ordered. Her emotions were running wild and could not be tamed. In that moment, she wanted him. Her body yearned for him and there was no going back. She knew that and so did he.
Briana was almost panting and he was waiting. Brandon needed to hear her say it. That was the only way he would move forward. Briana breathed, “ I want you. “ There. It was out there. She had confessed it and given him what he demanded.
“ How bad? “ He pushed.
“ Bad, “ She panted. “ I just want you so bad. “
“ You want me to fuck you? “ He asked darkly.
Briana nodded not trusting her voice.
“ Beg me. “ Brandon boldly commanded.
Briana almost snapped out of her madness but quickly realized that this was his game. It was what he got off on. She also realized she was willing to play along. “ Please fuck me, “ She begged.
“ Really beg me. “ He growled.
“ Please fuck me! “
“ More. “
“ Please, please Fuck me! Take me please! Fu- “ Before Briana could even finish, Brandon’s lips crashed onto her own. The kiss was raw and untamed. His tongue thrust into her mouth dominating her own and she couldn’t get enough. Her entire body was tingling as he tugged on her lips and his hands roamed her body.
Brandon broke the kiss and kneeled between her legs, leaving her gasping. He held both sides of the opening of the slit on her dress and literally ripped the dress off. The delicate material came apart with ease and left her naked before him. He took a minute to drink her in completely. The room was dark but the Amber light that shone showed off her sensual figure gorgeously. Briana looked up at him as he wore the gaze she had become so accustomed to. He slowly brought his firm hand down her thigh, past her soft stomach and around her voluptuous breast. Briana moaned as he kneaded it and the tip of his tongue traced her nipple, drawing it out as he suckled it between his teeth.
Briana yanked at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and dying to feel his bare skin against hers. Brandon obliged her pulling it over his head and revealing his muscular chest. She almost came at the sight and smoothed her soft hands over the lean muscle. She noticed the tattoos on his arms that she never would have seen if it wasn’t for that moment. He brought his lips to hers again, kissing her more passionately while she worked on his belt and managed to slide his pants down his slender hips. Brandon kneeled between her knees, removing them over his feet and lowering his head between her thighs.
Briana shivered in bliss as he licked her up and down her dripping slit and pushed his warm tongue inside her. She moved her hips in small circles into his mouth. Her moans came quickly and loudly as he slipped his fingers inside her and sucked and laved at her clit. Her head was spinning and her body was set ablaze. Yeah, she wanted him. More than she was willing to admit but her body would do the talking for her.
Brandon lapped furiously between her legs, his hands under her plump ass, gripping her and lifting her to his mouth. Briana screamed as he brought her into her first submissive orgasm of the night.
Brandon came up from between her thighs and was over her again, kissing her. They mingled her sweet taste with their tongues and moaned together. He sat up between her open legs and lined himself up against her. Briana bit her lip at his size. He was long and thick and beautiful and she couldn’t wait to have him inside her, anywhere. He slid himself up and down her wet folds and rubbed his swollen tip on her aching clit, teasing her.
Briana moaned and begged for him to take her. She was at the brink of another orgasm and could only imagine what his thick cock would do for her. He eased his tip inside her as her wet, warm walls drew him in deeper and he moaned at the divine feeling. Brandon held on to her gaze as he slipped every single inch of his need slowly into her until he was buried within her to the hilt. Her tight, soaking depth left him sleek and sticky as he pulled out only to push back in. His strong hands gripped her hips firmly as he began to steadily pound her into his hard wood floor.
Briana cried out in satisfaction and moaned wildly as he pumped her right on that deliciously sweet spot. It was like he knew her body like the back of his hand that touched her and sent her into ecstasy. Although she hadn’t been with many others, Briana knew not any one of those others had fucked her like Brandon was fucking her. It was uninhibited, unadulterated fucking and she couldn’t believe she had gone this long without it.
The room was steaming hot from the fire that burned and the primitive heat that radiated off of the two lovers. Both Brandon and Briana were bathed in feverish sweat as his penetrating thrusts pumped her harder and faster. She screamed and clawed at his moist back as he drew out orgasm after orgasm from her shuddering body beneath him. Brandon did not stop or slow down his pace knowing she could take more. He captured her lips in his; taking in the moans of unrestrained frenzy she gave.
Brandon was building up inside her as he was finally reaching his peak. He greedily thrust into her as many times he could before pouring into her with vigor. Briana tightened around him as they both cried out and cursed and came together.
The two nakedly drenched bodies laid tangled into one another on the study floor for a while as they tried to control laborious breaths. Brandon smoothed soothing hands around her, kissing her tenderly. Briana didn’t know what to think about their impending situation except that she’d never felt like she did at that very moment before. Brandon awoke something in her that she couldn’t exactly put her finger on but she knew she was slightly afraid of it. She held him as tight as he held her, afraid of letting go of the moment they had shared and snapping back to the reality of it all. But what was the reality? What did he want out of all this?
Brandon pushed himself up to look at her. He still held the same gaze Briana had hoped but with a little something more. He said, “ I want you to move in. “
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AAHH!!! I know!!! So what do you think this means? Will Briana say yes? Why would Brandon want her to move in with him so soon? Let me know what’s on your minds… Please!? Lol
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