Bad Girl v.s Bad Boy.

Bad Girl v.s. Bad Boy.

In life most of us face different challenges, have different expectations and some of us lacked motivation.

In my case; it’s my husband.

I love him, yes. But, the whole husband thing, well, it wasn’t planned.

Okay, yes I was drunk but I mean, we were best friends before this.

Sure, he wasn’t the best choice, but when is any random 19 year old drug dealer?

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“Babe,” I heard my husband, Cody, call from the living room of our apartment, “I need you to go get me smokes!”

“Blah, Blah,” I called back rudely, quickly finishing off an essay, “Get ‘em yourself.”

I heard him get up off the leather couch and make his way to me at the kitchen island, picking me up off the chair before placing me on the counter.

“No fair,” I pouted softly looking into his amber brown eyes, “Who said I wasn’t done that essay, huh?”

“Well,” Cody responded running his hand threw his short dirty blonde hair, sending me one of his heart melting smiles, “I want some time with my beautiful wife before I leave for a few days.”

“Well Hubby,” I cooed wrapping my legs around his torso and barely brushing his neck to my lips, “You have my attention now.”

“Mmm,” He moaned, “And I want to be the only guy who ever does.”

He softly lifted my chin, kissing me passionately; the fireworks went off inside my body as they always did, I never did get how such a bad guy could always taste so sweet…

Slowly his hands caressed my body, running down my back and left thigh. Every touch created sparks in my body, when I was with Cody it’s like nothing in my life ever happen, that life was good.

But, it never was, and I doubted it ever would.

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