Angels Wings
Glossy, glittered lips pressed against his neck as she whispered to him.
"We have to end it..." her voice trailed off as he ran his hand up and down her upper thigh.
"I know." he replied simply.
The fourth floor broom closet isn't the most romantic place, but it works for them.
They aren't allowed to be together, but that never stops them.
He layers soft sweet kisses across her shoulders. She responds like any hormonal teenage girl would when they're pinned against the wall by Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome.
They have to let go. The law was passed.
His heart breaks into millions of tiny pieces as she walks up the aisle.
She's getting married today.
But not to him. To his best-friend.
He chokes up during his best-man speech and only she knows why.
James goes into the back room to discuss business with his parents.
"We don't have much time." she murmurs, her hands running through his hair as she is braced against the bathroom door.
"You should know better than to rush me." he growls as he hitches her skirt up.
It's not long before their lifted up on Angels Wings.