Hidden behind the doors

Hidden behind the doors

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What if you could meet you're perfect guy, the guy you've been dreaming about since the day you learnt boys don't have cooties. Would you embrace him, love him, never let him go? Think about it, I have and we all say we have the perfect guy imagined in our minds he's got to be kind, loving, sweet and as time goes on and you get older you want him to be beautiful, handsome, even sexy but one thing doesn't change he's got to love you eternally. However we girls are stubborn and even if we got our "perfect guy" would we want him like that no backbone, because no matter what we say we want we mean a different thing, confusing to boys I know but that's us. Imperfect, treasures in each and every way. Well I have my perfect guy, did I mention he's a werewolf.
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There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.

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