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After two years of getting over with Cram Harris, Mikayla Everley finally moved on. What she didn't expect is for him to come back. "I know you still want me." He whispered to my ear huskily, sending shivers down to my spine. His hot, mint breath attacking me and I'd be lying if I say, I don't like it. Suddenly, he smirked because he knows that I still love him. "Don't worry, you're not the only one." And he closed the space between us by smashing his lips against mine. When you love someone, all you want is for them to be happy and you'll do everything for that certain person. It's not about the happy ending, it's about cherishing the love that you both shared with each other. If it's meant to be, it will be.
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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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