A jail sentence is not something you get out of, especially not life in prison. How was he standing in front of me? I didn’t expect him to come back. Him of all people. I felt my body freeze as he stepped through the door frame. Standing in all his badass and sexy glory stood the one person that I swore to let go. With a cocky smirk, his icy blue eyes pierce into mine, shattering every resolution I ever had. He leans forward and whispers the four words I never thought he’d come back to say: “Hey baby, miss me?”
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Miss Me?
Teen FictionA jail sentence is not something you get out of, especially not life in prison. How was he standing in front of me? I didn't expect him to come back. Him of all people. I felt my body freeze as he stepped through the door frame. Standing in all his...
