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The holy dead

The holy dead

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He pulled her close "I can't love you Jessica.. It is not in my heart, You scare and make me question myself. Makes me uncomfortable as if you were some Witch craft.." He kissed her forehead as she wouldnt let go of him till he left fleeing off into the dark woods, she stood there helpless, tears falling she patted her stomach trying to smile knowing of their creation, the others soon running to her "Jessica are you alright?" Tamara grabbed her see her face. Jess turned smiling holding some tears in managing a smile "He is a devil worshipper.. A queer I didnt want him to be cagged like an animal. This wasnt his wanting." She murmured breaking down onto her friends body crying as Lucas looked off in the distance putting his head down regretting as memories flooded his head.
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"Why do you keep doing stuff like that?" I asked in a whisper. I walk over to him and grab his arm to stop him from painting. His body stiffened under my touch, and I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. "What do you want from me, Tate?" I asked arms made its way around his waist. I could feel my stomach jump to my throat. I laid my head on his back, rubbing my face against him. Engulfing myself in his scent. My heart began to pound uncontrollably but I quickly regain control before I continued. "Earlier today you said you'd never see me more than a friend." His breathing was uneven. Like he was nervous. "But the way you look at me, the way you talk to me? They say something completely different." He became even more ridged under my touch. I could help but giggled at his demeanor. The usual cool, collected Tate was now at my mercy. "Do you want me as a friend-" I said in a whisper. I began to become more bold and allowed my hands to travel. They landed over his chest and I could feel his heart thumping und my hand. While the other hand glided over is abs. "-or do you want me?" I asked. He removed my hands off of him and turned so that he was facing me. The look in his eyes rocked me to my core. There was a hunger in them. And it terrified me, but in a good way. In a way I wanted to explore. A smile soon crossed his lips. He was so close that I could feel his breath. "Your treading on dangerous waters, Little owl." He said in a low tone that made my body shiver. I ignored the pounding in my head and lungs and began to move a little closer so that our bodies were flushed against each other. His arms wrapped around me quickly holding me against him. "I like danger." I said in a whisper. "I know what I want." I said I'm a drunken daze. "And what is that?" He said in a chuckle. "You." Read up on the love story of Tate and Meloni. Will this cool and calculated playboy be able to resist the charms of the innocent yet strong girl with a deadly secret?

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