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"Wha-what are you d-doing?" I whispered as he inched closer towards me. My heart started racing erotically against my ribs. Could he hear it?
He smirked and if possible, closed the already non-existent distance between us. My breath hitched, his smirk widened. Subconsciously, my eyes trailed down his hard torso.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to my ear. "Checking me out, shortcake?" he breathed into my ear.
"I-i need to g-go now," I whispered feebly. I needed to get out of here right now. Before something happened. Before I would regret something. His eyes lost some of their playfulness but he still remained smirking.
"Ah, but you see, that's the thing. I can't let you go, because I need to know who the girl in glasses really is.".
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Grief: /ɡriːf/
(Noun) Intense sorrow, especially caused by someone's death.
Meet Keira Matthews.
Smart, mature, caring and perfect in other people's eyes. Except that nothing is perfect. Keira is hurting inside and no one ever notices, or cares.
After all, she's just the girl in glasses.
Now meet Tyler Stones, your stereotypical bad boy.
He's the ladies man, popular, funny and handsome with a bit of a daredevil side. Once he gets hold of an idea, he never stops pursuing it until he reaches the goal.
What happens when these two cross paths? Well, total chaos of course. However, can this chaos blossom into something more beautiful and meaningful? Can this chaos turn into something that no one had expected to be there in the first place?
Can people finally get to know who the girl in glasses really is?
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#2 in SHORTCAKE - 24/07/19
"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned.
"I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence.
"Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice.
"I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented.
Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying?
"You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door.
With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second.
"Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat.
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He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before.
Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart?
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