Jessa is a quiet straight A student and Isaiah is a popular jock. They're both from totally different worlds but something brings them together.
Will they get together? Or will they go back to their opposite ends?
           "Jessa, why do you make me feel like this?" Isaiah whispered huskily in my ear before pressing his soft lips against my neck.
           Once he pulled away, I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face closer to mine and pressed my lips against his. The kiss became deeper, as we both opened our mouths slightly, allowing our tongues to collide.
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           He pushed me against the counter and wrapped his hands around my hips, lifting me onto the counter.
           I wrapped my legs around his torso so that I was straddling him tightly. I ran my hands through his hair roughly and the kiss became more heated.
           Before I knew it, he was lifting my shirt over my head, exposing my pale skin in the moonlight that shone from the kitchen window. His fingers traced the centre of my chest and he ran his index finger down towards my stomach. Then he grabbed ahold of the sides of my hips and began kissing my collarbone, nipping my skin which left tiny little marks.
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           I began breathing at a quicker pace and I reached under his shirt with both hands, my fingers grazing his stomach lightly. I pulled at the hem of his shirt, silently asking if he could take it off.
           He moved away from me momentarily and pulled it off in a brisk motion.
           Then I put my feet on both sides of his hips and pulled him toward me again, and then we were grabbing at each other.
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