HNS_1313
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Oscar Diaz. We were friends once-now I hate him. Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself. But can hate really survive this kind of fire?
"You're the absolute worst," I snapped, the word you tasting like bitter ash on my tongue.
He smirked-that smirk, slow and wicked-the kind that always sent sparks shooting through me. His hand brushed my cheek, soft but electric. I shivered from the heat radiating between us.
"Worst?" he murmured, voice low and rough, promising trouble without saying a word.
Before I could think, he had me pinned against the wall, his body pressing in, warm and unyielding. My breath hitched, caught in the storm of his cologne and the sight of his veiny, muscular arms encasing me.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, voice trembling.
He tilted my head back, eyes dark and searching. Then his lips came down-soft, demanding. I gasped, my body arching despite me, betraying my every warning.
"Wait, stop," I breathed, barely able to hold my ground in the storm of sensation. "I'm not... we can't."
He chuckled-a low, rumbling sound that shook my insides. "Your body seems to disagree," he whispered, lips tracing a path down my neck.
Panic flared. This was wrong. So, so wrong. But the way his touch ignited every nerve-how could I possibly fight it?
I was drowning-in desire, in danger, in him.
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The characters like Oscar, Cesar, Jamal, Ruby and Jasmine are not mine, they are from On My Block a Netflix series although all other characters mentioned are created by me. Enjoy reading and please leave comments I would love to read them.