I ran away.
That's what I'd done.
You really couldn't expect me not to.
How was I supposed to react to him and his intense eyes and his soft touch? I'd only wished it would happen since the first day I saw him. So it was only natural that I would now be too scared to even know what to do. At least that's what I tried to tell myself.
I could still feel his hand on mine. Three times. He'd touched me three times and I remembered every single one. If I thought I wanted to bottle his smile, the radiance he exuded, I wanted to melt into his touch. The memory replayed in my mind. The feel of his fingers sliding from mine, soft, sensual. Like a poem. That energy he transferred coursed throughout my body. He rendered me hopeless.
Utterly hopeless.
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Two Years
RomanceLawrence and Jade met two years ago, four-hundred miles away. Their love was quiet, it was secret - even from each other. Now, two years and four-hundred miles later they have a chance encounter that brings them together again. They're both in coll...
