Bare
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I stared at my hands, with confusion and fight in my system. Thoughts were flying around my head, wanting to come out. My mouth was slightly open, yet nothing came out. Just the thought of him, the boy I used to like, having me on his phone. Just not any picture of me. A bare photo, where you can see everything. You can see my bare skin. My insecurities were showing. My ladies part were popping out. I didn't like it. What confused me was how he got it. I've never took a nude before. So how did he get it. That was my least of my worries. Though my biggest worry, have am I going to keep it away from public. I just got accepted to UCLA. One of the best schools in the country! If they find out, everything is ruined. My life would be ruined. Just because of this thing. But it's not my fault. I sighed, clearing my mind. My only worry is how am I going to get to his house without being caught.
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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. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; 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. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; 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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