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Your name is each bead in my rosary . An eternal bliss, bless . A sacred prayer protecting me . In each bead resides a moment of us being one and under the total intoxication of ultimate platonic passion I inscribed my words.

💋💋 15/9/2017: FIRST PLACE WINNER OF THE UNITY AWARDS (IN TEEN FICTION) 15/9/2017: THIRD PLACE WINNER OF THE STAR AWARDS (IN TEEN FICTION) 2/10/2017: FIRST PLACE WINNER OF NEW TALES, BLUE ROSE AWARDS (SEPTEMBER) 2/10/2017: SECOND PLACE WINNER OF UNKNOWN AUTHOR, BLUE ROSE AWARDS (SEPTEMBER) 13/10/2017: SECOND PLACE WINNER OF THE SEPTEMBER SUNSET AWARDS (IN ROMANCE) 19/10/2017: SECOND PLACE WINNER OF THE SKULL AWARDS (IN TEEN FICTION) 21/10/2017: THIRD PLACE WINNER OF THE GALAXY AWARDS (IN ROMANCE) 28/10/2017: FIRST PLACE WINNER OF THE RED ROSE AWARDS (IN TEEN FICTION) SPECIAL MENTION IN THE BOOK BABY'S MAG "WATTPAD'S UP AND COMING AUTHORS" (ISSUE ONE) 💋💋 == Rejected by the boy she's loved from 4 years, Pinewood High's goody two shoes Betts Haywood goes on a wild rebound spree. Will anyone be able to stop her from leaving a trail of broken hearts? == Do help click the vote button if you've enjoyed the story :) Am a burgeoning writer so would appreciate any constructive criticism and feedback. ^^

Fuck how gorgeous it is when he abruptly dips his fingers in ketchup, and our eyes meet, I melt like a marshmallow .. I sigh and the stare deepens and again I'm a useless piece of cheese on the top of his magnificent pizza..how astonishing it is when he randomly tosses a bit into his stunning big mouth, it always hits its destination. As he grabs another piece , bit and pieces of sizzling ketchup stain his face and I lick them like purging a wound from a contagious infection . His cheeks blush and I sizzle from inside not knowing how all that have set fire to the rain and penetrated to my feeble body, making me again paralysed to the knees. Blood rushes over as he adjusts his posture to add more ketchup wishing again for more stains to lick.. But now as I look from a distance at his skilful hands working their way in and out on the pizza as if it were my body , I approach until no single atom could interfere between a millimetre of space , he laughs and I squeeze his lips between mine as if extracting the juice from a dry , green lemon which had no destiny to ripen ..we finally share the last piece in within the whole chaos ...It is the wonderful pizza all over again and again I wish him to perpetually eat..