Wanting This Bad Boy

Wanting This Bad Boy

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"I hate you. First you kiss me, then you tell me you like me, but now you hate me? Every since you found out I actually love you, you tell me you hate me? Well Im done trying to love someone who doesn't love me. I've been disappointed so many times not giving a damn is a reflex. Leave just leave like everybody else.!" I was so done and fed up. I stood there punching him and pushing him tears in my eyes. "Winter you think I don't care?I do I only told you I hated you to get you out of my mind. I know I don't deserve a girl as wonderful as you, but I can't get over you. Every time I see you with him I lose it. I just wish you could be mine. I know you love me so much it hurts you. Me seeing you hurt hurts me." Leo spoke as I stopped hammering his chest. He pulled me into a hug and he kissed me.He put so much passion and tenderness into it I cried in his chest as we pulled away. He hugged me trying to comfort me. For a second at this exact moment I wouldn't want it to stop.
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