𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
What happens when two completely different worlds full of sadness, jealousy, love, hate, and temptation meet each other?
𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 is a closed-off girl with a talent for drawing. She's sassy...
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I LAID THERE, WITH MY ARM tightly secured over her waist, watching her as she slept soundly. I couldn't sleep because I couldn't tear my eyes off her. With every minute passing by, I just kept thinking how in the hell did I get so lucky with this girl?
A few months ago, I knew her as the quiet girl who liked to brighten people's moods by smiling at them. Then I saw how she turned into this sad girl ready to jump off the bridge because of what destiny had given her.
But now I see a different girl.
A strong one.
I'm really proud of her and how far she has come.
Smiling, I traced my finger down her face and collarbone while thinking about last night.
That was the best night that I ever had in my life. She might not know it but I will definitely let her know.
I stopped my movement when I felt her move her body. She groaned softly which made me move closer to her. She fully turned her body to mine and it looked like she was about to wake up.
''Shh, go to sleep,'' I whispered into her ear but that just made her open her beautiful blue eyes that made me want to stare into them forever.
She blinked a few times to adjust her eyes to the dim light that came from the window next to the bed that we were laying on.
She turned her head to me and smiled. ''Morning,'' she mumbled softly. I returned that smile and moved my head down to capture her lips on mine.
I pulled her closer to my body by tightening my grip on her waist and deepening the kiss. She wrapped her hand around my neck and smiled into the kiss.
As she stirred around, I felt my dick harden. Groaning, I grabbed Mikayla's hip and pulled her away from there. She smiled again which let me know that she was doing it on purpose.
Pulling away from the kiss, I chuckled. ''Morning,'' I whispered against her soft plump lips.
She shook her head in amusement and slumped down into the pillow next to me and turned to the side to look at me. She moved her gaze down to my arm which I moved around her waist a second ago.
She placed her hand around my arm and traced one of my tattoos with her thumb. I looked down and noticed she was touching the most meaningful tattoo on my body.
''Who is Isabella?'' she murmured more to herself than asking me directly.
I knew this day would come when I have to talk about her. But I didn't think it would be so soon.
