blue eyes

blue eyes

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“She had those sweet blue eyes; the ones that could tell you a story, the type that could keep you hooked and entertained for hours on end, the ones you never get bored of looking at because they hold so much meaning and passion” Rachel is an innocent, reserved stunning 17 year old girl. Her life is full of books, writing and, hopefully; a little love too. When a couple boys and girls come into her life and allow her to truly live up the teenage years that she has missed by staying in her room all night, she can't resist. Allthough, graduation and summer come by fast. whats gonna happen after all that? (c) Copyright @trxpicalxo, blue eyes, 2014. -inspired by endless love and flipped, two amazing romance movies-
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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