The SIZE of Love

The SIZE of Love

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This is the story of how I fell in love with person I despise the most in the world.His name, Kegan Carter he is self-centered,arrogant,womanizing,obnoxious jerk and sexy and lovable at the same time.Oh and by the way I am Abrielle winters but in school I'm known as the "fat girl"l.Yep that's me but by no means am I the low self-esteem having big girl I love myself the way I am and nothings going to change that.My motto is if you don't like me F**k U with a cherry on top (que sarcastic smile).I must confess that sometimes it gets a bit emotionally tiring espicially being in love with the person that hurts you the most and you've known him most of your life.The funny thong about the whole situation is that when me and Kegan are alone we get along so well we actually enjoy each others company Follow me on this journey of love,betrayal and friendship.
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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