The Secret That Haunts Us

The Secret That Haunts Us

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Have you ever had something bad happen to you. . . and I mean something really bad. Something that makes your stomach turn and twist, makes hot sweat appear on your forehead and makes you feel like you are going to faint. My name is Katherine Moss and I live in a small town called Locherdale, everyone in this town looks at me and my two friends like I've done something terrible to them, like I've done something bad. . . and I mean really bad. I know what they all think I did, well what me and my friends did. They all think we killed someone and the worst part is they might be right.
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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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