My Delinquent

“I know I make you nervous.” Damien stated huskily edging closer to me.
My back was now against the wall and my heart was in my throat. I couldn't breathe.
“I hate you.” I spat out, but his two muscular arms were now to the sides of my body. His warm breath gave me goose bumps as he said, “No, you love me.” His soft lips grazing mine.
And boy was he right, and there was no denying it.
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He had a rough life living in the agony and pain of his mistakes in the past. Always seeking revenge, the delinquent could never be satisfied with himself. But fortunately for Damien there was one person who could change that all, and be the light to guide him.