Let Me
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. "But no, you just couldn't be bothered! Do you have any idea about the sleepless nights I've had, days I've spent crying." He kept quiet. "You don't do you? And you don't even care!" He kept quite. "Fuck, why did I even start?" He didn't keep quite. He came towards me. And pressed his body against mine. Heat seeping through the layer of clothes. He pushed me against the wall and lowered his head to the crook of my neck, took a deep breath and let out in that awfully thick, drunken accent of his, "Let me make it up to you!"
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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