The Angel's Devil

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"Mi sol, estas segura que queres Esto?|my sunshine, are you sure you want this?"he said as he leaned further into me, his pink lips only inches apart from mine.

I gulp hard and I can feel my heart pacing like the fast and furious at 350 miles per hour.

My eyes gawk at the beautiful creature in front of me, moving from his hazel eyes to his sharp jawline -that I'm sure can cut better than any knife - until I am left staring at his wet lips. Everything about him is just perfect. He's like an angel sent from hell to torture me.

I bite my lips and look up to meet his intense stare.

He seems to be searching my eyes for an answer, oh.

Stupid brain cells.

my brain has lost connection with my mouth.

Come on Marisol focus.

"I-I.."

Great.

I can see a smirk form on his lips, that sexy devil knows the effect he has on me.

Wait.

No.

Get yourself together woman.

He leans into my ear and whispers sending chills down my spine

"Use your words princesa"

That cocky bastard.

I reach up to grab him by his neck.

"Who said I was a princesa" I whisper into his ear, feeling him tense up under my touch.

Now it's my time to smirk.

He reaches down and grabs me by the waist pulling me into him, his lips crash into mine and at this point I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or if this is real.

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Marisol Hernandez is the closest thing you can get to an angel.

Alexander Martinez is the closest thing you can get to a demon.

He is part of a gang.
She's a part of everyone's heart.
Everyone hates him.
Everyone loves her.

However, we mustn't forget; opposites attract.