The Bad Boy Is Stalking Me

The Bad Boy Is Stalking Me

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When Rory Vincent's protective older brother moves away to college her senior year, she decides that she is going to live life. She wants to date. She wants to party. She wants to lose her virginity. Just as she's finally making her way into the normal teenage girl scene, another obstacle is thrown her way. Sin Westbrook. Sin is mean and quiet and violent. And despite looking like a god, he has no friends at school. Rory hasn't said a single word to him in the five years since he moved next door to her. So why is he all of a sudden obsessed with her?
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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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