"Fuck you." I panted out at him. Finn leaned over my body, my stiff nipples nearly grazing his skin. His mouth moved to my ear and he whispered.
"I think the correct phrase is 'fuck me'."
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Contronym: Opposites in the same mold
That's what Sylvia Mason and Finn Riley are. After moving to the highschool lacrosse capital of Connecticut to play men's lacrosse, Sylvia is faced with the pain in the ass Captain, Finn Riley. They both hate the very idea of the each other and can't even hold eye contact without making snide remarks. They both want the other gone no matter what but they also have undeniable similarities in their mannerisms. They are sheer opposites but they are also identical.
He was her darkness but also her light.
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Romance"I know I'm hot, but keep your legs closed, Mason." *** "Fuck you." I panted out at him. His mouth moved to my ear, sending a chill down my spine as he whispered. "I think the correct phrase is 'fuck me'." **** Contronym: Opposites in the same mol...
