strawb3rri3es
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He was so close to me, I could see the exact color of his eyes. Green with specs of blue in his iris. I guess his eyes weren't as pure green as I'd initially thought. It still doesn't change the effect they have on me. His breath smelled faintly of spearmint, like it's covering up the noticeable scent of Bourbon on his breath.
Him being this close to me gave me shivers of anticipation and fright. Electricity that I didn't even think was possible ran up and down my spine like a power line. How did someone who seemed so demanding, so dominant make me feel this way? I've only read about this shit in books. There's just no fucking way this is even remotely real.
"Colette," he closes his eyes momentarily before opening them again, his eyes holding a hint of warning and desire, "Don't fuck with me. The only man, and I mean the only one, who has permission to touch you, to be within arms reach of you, to look at you for more than five seconds, to fuck you, is me. Or so help me, God." He chuckles humorlessly then, making me visibly gulp.
"Hell, God won't be able to stop what happens next."
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When the two meet, the attraction is undeniable. Colette is drawn to his darkness and Brent to her innocence. Brent wants to let her in but he feels that if he does, she will run for the hills. Tell me: Will sharing your darkest secrets really free you like people say? Or will it put you in more danger than you could ever imagine.
After all, a healthy dose of danger won't kill you. Right?
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