Amber's slender fingers slid unobtrusively along your pronounced collarbones, and her lips stretched into an inviting smirk. Amber Freeman was like forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, beckoning and urging you to push your boundaries to please yourself. The very plumpness of her lips beckoned, but her finger quickly touched your lips, urging silence. "Shh." She whispered softly, burning your hitherto pale ears with her fervent breath.

It was a high school party, you weren't surprised at how quickly she found you. Amber, this girl, is an enigma in the scattering of attractiveness and charisma. There's a Ghostface roaming the streets, it's eerily intimidating, but she's your safe zone, if that expression is even acceptable in this situation. Her words inspire safety, she was there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on. When he shredded your friend, right in front of your eyes.

The inky strands of Amber's hair tickled your nose as the girl pressed you against the wall, somewhere at the back of the room, less stares, more privacy? A drunken light flickered in her eyes and her white teeth bit down on her lower lip. This was a great chance, just the jackpot to distract herself.

Your cheeks flared treacherously, eliciting a teasing giggle from her. Her mendalike eyes caught your tension, whispering. "I haven't done anything yet and you're already blushing." Stretching out the words, her head tilted to the side. She was like that, teasing you and later satisfied with her work reaping the benefits.

Of course, she wouldn't tell you that she'd been moping around like an abandoned puppy, desperate to get your attention. This Ghostface plan was perfect, the cherry on the cake for the princess. Now you're hers and she's yours. Slightly selfish, but hell, she can make up for it.