Shattered But Standing

Shattered But Standing

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Kace pushed the redhead against the lockers. "What if I make you scream my name tonight?" His lips skimmed over the pale length of her neck, grazing the edge of his teeth over her collarbone. "Did you know you're the seventh girl this month he's used that line on?" I cut in, leaning my elbow against the locker next to the pair. They both looked up, finally noticing my existence. Red blinked before what I said finally registered in that pretty little head of hers. She snapped back to Kace, obviously awaiting an explanation. For once, his confidence faltered. "I wouldn't say the seventh -" "Oh, you're right - I almost forgot about the twins! That makes you the ninth," I gave her a cheerful smile with a light fist bump to her arm. She huffed angrily and walked off into the other end of the hallway, the obnoxious clanking of her heels fading with each step. He whipped towards me, practically growling, "What the hell do you want?" I smiled. "I thought you'd never ask." ~*~*~ Synopsis inside!
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His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. π™π™š π™©π™π™žπ™£π™ π™¨ π™‘π™€π™«π™š π™žπ™¨ 𝙨π™ͺπ™›π™›π™šπ™§π™žπ™£π™œ π™¨π™π™š π™©π™π™žπ™£π™ π™¨ π™¨π™π™š π™™π™šπ™¨π™šπ™§π™«π™šπ™¨ π™žπ™© BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❀︎ sexual/mature content ❀︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❀︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright Β© 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. Cover art: me Β© All Rights Reserved

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