Catching The Playboy | ✔️

Catching The Playboy | ✔️

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When a girl gets a complete makeover, the hot guy is supposed to start liking her. Not Forrest Stephens. He merely gave me a once-over, said "nice outfit", and walked right past me. Maybe being his friend was the problem. But now that other guys started noticing me, he's gotten protective-demanding I don't date them without his permission, and touching me in ways that makes everyone think I'm off-limits. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Spencer," his caress over my name brought the smallest blush, the events of last night flashing through my mind like a movie. His knuckles brushed my cheek. Angling his head, he studied me, eyes narrowing in a way that was uncomfortably critical. "You're blushing," he noted. He was so close I caught a whiff of his wintergreen gum. In that moment I wanted to disappear. "I'm not," I denied. "You are," he countered, leaning in. "Your cheeks are pink. You're not into me-are you?" 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 #1 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 **WARNING: I WROTE THIS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. ONLY REVISED FOR READABILITY.** [Originally written 2008]
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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