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POV: Ryan
After the locker room we went back to our room to dress for dinner. i pulled on a dark blue button up shirt and kaki slacks with normal black dress shoes. I walked out of the bathroom and Fiona looked like she was struggling with the plain blick, knee length strappless dress. "Help me." she asked and i walked over to her. I zipped the back up and then starred at her as she turned around to face me. she had curled her hair in perfect ringlets and smudged eyeliner and mascara on. Her lips beckoned me with their gentle touch of lip gloss. i stepped closer tto her to lean my head agaisnt hers. "You look absolutely perfect, Fiona."She looked at me with her big, brown eyes I could easily drown myself in. "Thank you. You look nice but your missing something." She said. I stepped back looking down at myself. "What?" I said fearful. Im already sure her father didn't like me, and obviously I didn't want to get on his bad side. She stepped to me and ran her hands through my hair. Standing it up perfectly. "Thank you." I whispered leaning in slowly and pressing myself to her and brushed my lips to hers slightly. Her breathing turned rushed as she let out a whimper as I locked my lips to hers. A knock on the door made us jumped apart. Fiona hurried to the door and opened it. "Dinners ready." John told us. We walked out the door and I took Fiona's hand. We sat at the large table that was set for four.
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POV: Fiona
At the table Ryan, John and I sat waiting for my father. He finally joined us.
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The Bad Boy (EDITING)
Ficção AdolescenteAs my lips met her soft ones I felt the gentle sparks that made me go crazy fly. The fact that she didn't pull away made it even better. I cupped her face in my hand, she broke away quickly. "Ryan..." she said flushed. "Yes?" i whispered back agai...
