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"I- I just... I don't understand what you want." I nearly whispered, my eyes so lost in his I was afraid I'd never be able to find my way out. His expression didn't shift- not even for a second. His lips were so close to mine I could feel him breathing in the very air I was breathing out. It was silent. Nothing that the chilling calmness of the water and the heart that was beating out of my chest. The way I felt, being engulfed by the serene waters- but more importantly- being held in his arms. It was indescribable. Finally, his gaze shifted. His deep black eyes darted down to lips, which were chapped by my heavy breathing, then back up to my eyes. His fingers traced agonizingly up my thigh as his lips neared my ear. One word. That's all it took. "You." When Winnie and her four best friends rent out a luxury lake house for the summer, she never expected that a scheduling error would lead to them having to share it with her school's five most popular boys. And it just so happens that her childhood best friend and resident "bad boy" is among them- and he's determined to get Winnie to fall deeply and utterly in love with him... WARNING: inappropriate language, inappropriate themes and discussions, sexual content, and underage drinking
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Underage

I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch. "I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face." "Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?" "Besides scaring you shitless?" "You didn't-" "Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers." *** It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months. It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical. It's a game with no rules. And they seem to be breaking them all. Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts. #4 in New Adult [COMPLETED]

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