They say love makes you do crazy things...but what's crazier than falling for the forbidden?
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Mallory Wright is a 22-year-old junior at her dream and one of the best universities in S...
And just like that. All I breath is you All I feel is you. You are all for me No one can lift me, catch me the way that you do I'm still falling for you • Ellie Goulding
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It's been about an hour since we've been out here, enjoying a nice meal by the beach under a blanket of stars that are twinkling from afar. The air is fresh, and the night, though not quiet because of the sound of the waves and distant chatter from people in the background who are also enjoying a nice meal, is beautiful.
She's sitting across from me, her eyes twinkling like the stars above and her smile glowing brighter than the moon. We stay nestled in each other's company, gazing into each other's eyes, smiling, and chatting as we devour the delicious seafood that was served to us.
After finishing our meal, we leisurely walk along the beach, our hands entwined, with the ocean breeze gently brushing our hair aside. I'm happy. Having her hand in mine makes me happy. Her hand feels right in mine, it's like her hand was made for mine to hold, and I can't imagine myself letting go. I don't ever want to let go. I love this feeling, the feel of her skin on mine, the feel of her touch on my skin, and the feel of her hand in mine. I love her.
Feeling her pull my hand, a sign of her eagerness to pick up the pace, a smile lights up my face as I ask her what this is all about.
"I want to race you." She smiles, "C'mon. Or are you scared that I'll outrun you?"
"Are you sure about that?" A soft chuckle slips past my lips along with the words.
"A hundred percent. You should be scared. I was this close to playing for my team back in high school."
"And that's supposed to scare me?" I reply, my lips curving into a smile, "You can barely walk up four flights of stairs without complaining, what more running."
"Hey!" Her brows crease, a playful expression of anger etched on her face, "This is different." Tucking her hair behind her ears, she kicks off her shoes and faces me, hands on her waist. "Now," she pauses, "are you in or not?" Flapping her arms like wings, her gesture mimics that of a chicken, which I can only assume she's associating with me. Wait a minute, is she calling me a chicken?
Exhaling a sigh, I kick off my shoes and roll up my trousers, resting my hands on my waist as I turn my gaze to her, "Alright, what will be my prize if I win?"
"Well, I don't know. You can do whatever you want."
"Anything?"
She lets out a sharp breath, her eyes darting between mine. "Anything."
