iPSYCHOPATH!

iPSYCHOPATH!

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"Do you think that I aint in love with you?, you think that I don't feel a thing when I give you a 'NO' fro an answer!? as much as it hurts you it hurts me too but just because I love you, I am doing this for you... do you even even know how hard to live if you know your exact time an date of your death" I painfully cried out as the sour rain poured into my mouth as I roared tryng to make sense on the one person I ever wished to be with. I began waking away but he held me back, not physically but by his words by the time he shouted back, "then love me when you still can"
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All the teasing, the soft brushes of skin, the jealousy, the late night talks, the sexual tension so thick you could cut with a knife-they were all let out the moment his lips touched mine. It's the moment people dream about in movies or tell their grandchildren stories about. It was the kiss I didn't know I had been waiting for my entire life. It's needy, messy, impatient, untamed. We're grasping at each other like the desperate climax of an apocalypse movie. It's only fueled by the fact that it isn't supposed to happen, deep desires forming in places I could only dream of. And then he realizes it about the same time I do. We let go of each other quickly, the fire we created nearly burning us, and he steps back. "Fuck," he mutters, running his hand through his messy curls, squeezing his eyes shut, and letting out a deep breath. "What are we doing?" I whisper. "I don't know." And to be honest, I still don't know. Hi, I'm Mary-Kelton, and I'm the idiot who fell for the rich fuckboy. Call it hate, call it love, call it confusing. I call him Declan Ambrose Wilder, and I am royally screwed. Spicy chapters: 54 is honestly the best in my opinion, 26-27, 31, 32, 34, 35, 44, 49 *To all my Bryan girls, thank you for being here from day one! Declan Wilder was very much inspired by him!

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