How about a kiss?
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I knew I was screwed the second I spotted the huge-ass water gun in his hands.
Crap.
"Kiss me" he stated with a devilish grin on his lips, some pretty beautiful lips if you ask me... He slowly started to walk towards me, the water gun strategically pointed in my direction, the flimsy little water balloon in my hand suddenly seemed very insignificant.
The noise from everyone else surrounding us in the school field seemed to die away as the space between us became noticeably smaller. The glow of the sun bathed him in a beautiful golden light, giving the illusion of a halo. But I knew he was far from an angel, because his sinfully sexy body, face, hair, smile and damn it, everything told me he was an all round seductive bad boy.
A seductive bad boy who's water gun was conspicuously pointed towards my breast area, making me all too aware of the neon pink bra I'd thrown on this morning underneath my white tee-shirt.
Double crap.
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