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Wild Endearment

Wild Endearment

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jun 13, 2014
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Rosalie Ann Marie Steele Sweet, Innocent, Bold and Beautiful. The four words that perfectly described Rose, or Rosie to her family. The blonde haired bombshell with the captivating baby blue eyes, was anything but normal. As a child, she was always captivated by the girls on the front of magazines and in the store windows, while walking down the street. She never thought one day that would be her. She never predicted she would be the one women envied and men lusted for. But sometimes dreams do come true. Harry Edward Styles Daring, Strong, Cocky, and Arrogant. These are the four words that perfectly described Harry. Additionally, asshole may be another word used. The curly, brown haired boy with the captivating bright green eyes, was anything but the boy next door. As an only child from his two divorced parents, he wasn’t offered the same life as many of the other kids he knew. His mom worked day and night to provide a good life for not only her, but for Harry, as well. She did her best while still trying to save up money to send Harry off to college, one day. And so she did, but his choice in college was much further away from home than anticipated
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Here I was, convinced that love was something I'd never allow myself to fall into. I truly believed it was a waste of time and energy-an illusion that left people empty. I had seen too many women become love-drunk, so wrapped up in someone else that they forgot who they were. I promised myself I would never be like that. I swore I wouldn't walk the same path my mother did, a path that led straight to self-destruction. But then I saw you. You stood there, glowing with a light so fierce it was almost blinding. You shone so brightly that I swore if I reached out to touch you, I'd burn. And yet, despite the danger, despite every warning I had carved into my heart, I couldn't stay away. Something inside me shifted, cracked open, and suddenly the thought of distance between us felt unbearable.

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