Kindred Spirits

Kindred Spirits

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*BASED IN LONDON* He was misjudged. He was heartless, although nobody knew what led to that. He kept a few people close and that was it, he promised to never let his guard down. He aimed to portray himself as the boy with no emotions, no feelings for anyone. It was better that way. She was stubborn, although she had a heart of gold. She was not prepared to lose herself to anyone. She would kill for those she loved but only held a few people dear. She had been let down before, to the point where she did not know the true meaning of happiness. She was closed, reserved. It was better that way.
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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