"You like this, don't you?" Sam grins, running his tongue over his lip ring. "You're turned on by it." "Please," I wave my hand in dismissal. "You are," he accuses, his voice light. He does it again. I can't look away. "Stop." "Why should I? Little Miss 'I hate everyone at Ryder' really does find me irresistib...
This story is completed! ..... "Don't you dare touch me," I said, hoping to keep up this surge of bravery. I pointed the lamp at him but he only laughed which was rightly justified. "You think a lamp will save you?" "I'm not warning you again." He was quick to snatch the lamp from my hands so I improvised by grabbing...
When Emerson Kelly wakes up in a hospital with no memory of what happened to her, she finds a boy who she's never met before staring back at her. Or at least she thinks she's never met him, the boy with the brown tousled hair and the bloodshot blue-green eyes. *Better Description to come*