The Coffee House on Bourbon Str.

The Coffee House on Bourbon Str.

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"I was staring at him from the opposite end of the room. His face was just something you couldn't not stare at. It drew in your eyes like an accident on the highway. You didn't want to stare, you felt bad for whoever was caught in it, but you couldn't stop staring. It was blatantly obvious that he wasn't interested in the girl hanging from his arm." She loved her coffee black. He was passionate about pink frappuccinos. She liked being alone. He hated it. She had him but he only knew once he was falling and she was there to catch him.
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"I'm not afraid of you," I tried to say confidently. He smirked while placing his hands on my hips. My breathing stopped for a few seconds but then continued when I remembered my goal was to be courageous. He licked a spot on my neck, and I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He gently wrapped a hand around my neck. "You might sound confident, but I can taste the fear," he whispered into my ear. His voice was very intimidating and almost sent tingles down my spine. ALMOST. But I was done being afraid of this monster. I was done feeling inferior to him. "There's no doubt that you taste fear. Here's the real question: is it my fear that you taste, or is it yours?" I asked bravely. I gasped when he tightened his hold a little and pinned me to the wall. I stared into his cold eyes as he stared into mine. He smirked when our breathing came to a match. Then he did the last thing I would expect: he kissed me. Warning: This story has mature contents.

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