Her Protector

Her Protector

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Liam was her worst nightmare from the past. She came back to confront him but he wasn't the only nightmare back to town, So was her Ex boyfriend that now wishes her to bleed her eyes out for what she has done to him and his family. Her plan doesn't work out now. Not while her Ex has peeled eyes for her. Not while Liam hasn't harmed her but helped her. This is what she was waiting for, to get rid of Liam forever, but now that's not a choice that would help her survive. Seems like she can run but not hide. Though we all know we can't run forever... ••• Pictures not owned by me :3 I only do the edits
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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