The Girl & Her Artist

The Girl & Her Artist

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27 year old Victoria Landy told herself she would never fall in love again. 8 years wasted over somebody that she considered her world. Victoria gets a job at the L.A. Times and even though she was going to miss her family and most of all, her best friend, she moves in hopes to not only accomplish at her dream job, but to also start a new life. A Month after moving she is dragged to an art gallery opening and meets the handsome Aaron Craig, a 35 year old Artist that makes it his goal, to get the blue eyed beauty to break down her wall and fall in love with him... "When will you realize, that I'm nothing like the rest of the guys out there, Dollface? When will you realize I would move this Earth for you? When will you realize that it kills me on the inside at the mere thought of not waking up with you in my arms everyday, for the rest of my life?!" Sadness takes over his face as he places his hands on the sides of my face, his eyes pleading as he searches mine. I slowly run my thumb across his bottom lip, tears threatning to spill out at any second. "I...I have realized." I whisper softly as I lean up and press my lips against his, desperate to taste him.
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