Sketched

Sketched

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Apr 21, 2014
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Harry Styles
'Art College was always the dream. The dream was to draw, to paint, to sketch. I had had it planned since I was twelve.' Alison Chance has had her heart set on The University of Arts, London but, there was a small matter of money. Employed as a waitress in Nando's, she earns money to feed her dream. And the chance to cater a celebrity ball with the reward of a huge cash bonus was too much to pass up. Stuck for a new tattoo idea, Harry is smitten by the quick sketch his waitress draws on crumpled napkin but, disappearing too soon, he makes it his mission to find her. After all, Birds of a Feather, Flock together..
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A kiss can change everything. One kiss with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * "Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin fucking burns" Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. "Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?" Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of kissing her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard" she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. "Then don't." I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.

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