Embers of a Fire

Embers of a Fire

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My name is Ember opal and I'm not ordinary. I run with scissors, I move from boy to boy faster than a toupee in a hurricane, I am not a girly girl nor a tomboy. I am me and I will never change... We have never sat still, always on the move, seems my mum has a bad case of the fidgets. I have never asked why, nor cared. We are now starting again, my foot already halfway out the door, ready to run. But what are we running from? In my 18 year I realised knight in shining armour are just dicks in foil condoms. My wishes and wants are flipped when residential dickhead Jason Daines and I catch each other's attention, but for how long? My name is Ember opal and I'm not ordinary. Ember will fall. But will a fire be made? or will the embers be left to die?
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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