☀ Not your type ☀

☀ Not your type ☀

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Mar 2, 2018
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"You're staring at him again, Allison." He whispered softly, prodding my arm. I shook my head, still refusing to look him in the eye. "I wasn't staring." I lied. I was a liar. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me, and I could feel the warm air from his breath invade my neck. "Are you sure you don't have feelings for him anymore?" I could feel the hesitation in his voice. "Of course not." But I did. I do. I could still remember that night and I could feel the hole the memory was eating away at. But nobody could ever know that I still loved him. It wasn't meant to happen. He wasn't for me. ... Right?
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"I knew if I wanted a relationship, I should find someone else. But I didn't want anyone else and I still don't." I managed to take his arm from around my waist without waking him up. Sighing with relief I was about to move closer to the edge of the bed but he grabbed me again, muttering something in his half asleep state. I tried to release his grip again but he woke up, grinning as soon as he seen me. His sleepy blue eyes looked at me. "Where are you going?" his grin widened. "I have to go." I whispered quietly, looking around the room. I really did have to go, I was supposed to be staying away from him wasn't I? The sun hadn't come up yet, it was still in the early hours of the morning. "Don't go." He groaned, pulling me in closer and squeezed my waist. I could sense his smile as he kissed my forehead. I didn't know what to do, his arms were more than inviting and I really didn't need a lot of convincing but I was starting to get tired of this secret thing again. Sure, Eric and I got along great, I really enjoyed his company but was it really worth lying to everyone about? *************** What happens when wallflower Florence and jock Eric decide to keep what's between them a secret? Can Florence really not get herself too attached and keep herself from getting hurt? The two are keeping some secrets of their own too, will they ever be discovered? As time goes by, it becomes harder and harder to hide it all, will they eventually crack?

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