I didn't think it would come to this ... I mean, the first time I saw him, my heart stopped beating, my stomach fluttered, everything moved slowly. I never thought I'd feel this was about a bad boy. Other than what he made me feel, he was smoking, he drinks, he possibly gets into fights, and he's just not my type. There was no way, I would ever go for a guy like him. He looked at me with dark, mysterious eyes. Eyes, I wanted to figure out what lurked behind them. He had that signature bad boy smirk, it made me want to kiss it, kiss that smirk clean. He saved me, and what could I possibly owe him? I had nothing, nothing but my love to give. I could have feelings for him, but it would never change the fact that he is a bad boy. Or could it? [Warning: Mild course language and sex scenes may be involved.]

I wrote this story to mimic my life in the real world i hope you like it :)