*Verborgen kracht*

*Verborgen kracht*

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Lil, een normaal meisje. Eentje die zich thuis enorm misplaatst en onbegrepen voelt. Dit wordt alleen nog maar erger op het moment dat ze een groots festival bezoekt waar terroristen hun pijlen op gericht hebben. Lil red het festival, maar niet zonder gevolgen voor haar eigen bestaan. *Ik ben lang bezig geweest met het schrijven van dit verhaal. Ik heb alleen geen titel kunnen vinden die het verhaal 100% matcht. Dus lees je mijn tekst en heb je een titel die beter past? Dan zou ik het enorm fijn vinden als je die met me zou willen delen. Zo zijn tips en feedback ook altijd van harte welkom!
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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