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"Why do you like touching my hands?" I blurted out.
That was unintentional, but I still wanted to know. Sometimes he did it without noticing. When I looked at him, he was staring at me. In a way. It made me feel uncomfortable.
"You should know Ney. Your hands are so soft. Can't seem to resist." He said, bringing them up to his face. I blushed and looked away.
"And it's not only your hands." He said, catching me off guard.
"What else?" I stammered.
He let go then, looking at me. "Your hair." He said, running his hand through my hair. A low gasp escaped my lips. His touch was sending jolts to the rest of my body. He wouldn't take his eyes off mine, and I couldn't too.
"Your eyes." He said, looking right through them. I couldn't look away. I was losing control, I could tell.
"The way your dimple shows whenever you smile," he ran his hand down my left cheek. "Right here." He whispered, pointing to where my dimple would usually show. He leaned slowly and planted a soft kiss on my left cheek. Involuntary, I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply.
Keep it cool. Calm down. Nothing is going to happen. I bit my lip to stop another gasp from escaping. I regretted doing so a second later. He looked down at my lips.
"And...the way you bite your lip," he said, running his thumb on my lower lip, sending a dead on pleasant shiver down my spine. I was losing control. Completely.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered, only inches away from my lips. Tell him to stop. Tell him. Why wasn't I doing anything?
Just as he moved his thumb, cupping my cheeks, he crashed his lips to mine-
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One phone call changed Marigold's life completely. She's caught up between four guys. Who's it going to be?
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