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I get out of my car and I'm immediately covered in goosebumps from how cold it is. My heart is pounding against my chest, and my breathing is uneven. I walk deeper into the park. As I keep getting closer the reeking smell of marijuana burns through my nostrils. When I get close enough I can see him smiling at me. I give him a shy smile and sit down next to him. He scoots over so our hips touch. He switches the blunt to his other hand and offers me the blunt. I shake my head lightly and move his hand away from me. He looks at me, so I look at him. "Daniella, come on. It's three in morning, we're all alone. I know it's been a while since you last smoked. Just take a hit." He tells me a little too calmly. "I don't smoke weed." I tell him blankly. He shrugs his shoulders and takes another hit. Then he drops the blunt on the floor and steps on it. He looks deeply into my eyes. "You're so fucking cute." He tells me and places his hand on my thigh. He glances at my lips and then slowly leans in. Before I know it my lips are touching his.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)