Billy was definitely the school asshole. But a hot asshole. He disregarded everyone and ignored everything if it wasn’t about him. But with you? With you he couldn’t even imagining thinking about himself if you were there

Billy usually didn’t like men. Well, he thought he didn’t. Until he met you. You were handsome, funny, smart and most of all, you understood his pain. No one had ever understood it like you did. He loved you

It was a warm autumn night, the air crispy and sticky as leaves fell outside. At Billy’s house you guys were there alone, his dad and step mom out and Max was god knows where

You were lying under him on his bed, him straddling your hips as you both kissed quickly but gently, his hands under your shirt and his shirt already discarded on the floor

“God you’re so handsome”

He murmurs against your lips, slowly lifting your shirt up higher and higher until he pulls it over your head. He tosses it to the side and looks down at you, pausing when he sees the scars on your chest under your nipples. Surgery scars?