When Love Happens

When Love Happens

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. He started coming closer and I started moving back till my back hit the wall. He kept coming close with his eyes on my lips till our body was touching. My body started to heat up and I can feel his breathe on my face. I looked up and he was still looking at my lip. I bit my lip and he said with the husky voice that turns me on. How many times will I tell you to stop biting your lips he said before I could reply his lips was on mine.......... This is not the story you want to miss.
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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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