"I'm not-"
"I read what you wrote," he says, smirking down at me, walking closer.
"But-"
"How can someone write characters that love so passionately, yet be so completely terrified of love in their own life?" He's whispering, and when I try to take a step back, I bump into the shelves of my closet. Trapped.
"I-I don't love you," I say, my pulse racing.
He looks at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. He presses his hand over my heart.
"Hmm," he says, sliding his hand to my waist, his voice low and quiet in my ear. "I don't believe you."
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An Unexpected Roommate
Teen FictionJade's quiet world gets loud when the son of a family friend moves in for the remainder of their senior year. Actor and known bad boy, Ryder, decides that Jade needs more adventure in her life, despite her constant protests that she can live through...
