With Every Step We Take

With Every Step We Take

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"I've been observing you for a while now and I want you to know you are different from any girl I've ever known" He rushes out. I start to interrupt him, so I could tell him to cut his cliché crap, but he stopped me. "I'm not just saying this so you can fangirl over me and put it in your diary." I hope he knows I don't really have a diary. "I really mean it. It's just...the way I see you go through life, the way you handle stress, the way you deal with people it's...different." He rubs the back of his neck with his hand. I smile for two reasons. One, being he was cute when he was at loss for words. The second reason being, I know exactly what he is talking about, but he is complimenting the wrong person. What makes Christen so different from other girls? Who's behind it? How will this help her in facing unusual challenges? This is a story of love, faith, trials, and the impossible. Copyright Notice. © 2014 All rights reserved.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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