Where feet may fail

Where feet may fail

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COMPLETE ✔︎ "𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡" All of a sudden when I turn to face him our faces are closer than ever. Our noses almost touching each other. "We were amazing." He whispers and I can feel his breath against my lips. We're so close. A voice in my head tells me that I shouldn't. I'm better than that. But then there's the louder voice that's so curious. Curious if he still tastes the same, if he's as good as I remember, or maybe even better. I lock eyes with him before his gaze falls to my lips. "Hayden," I whisper. He takes a step closer like we weren't already close enough. And then he slowly fills the space between us, his head dipping so his lips can meet mine. Skylar Myers lives together with her roommate Josie in New Haven. After going to Yale, she decided to stay there but it's been 6 years since she left her hometown Morro Bay on the west coast and her parents want her to visit again. Besides, her old high school friends are throwing a high school reunion. After avoiding her past for years, she finally decides to take a path down memory lane. _____________ Warning ⚠︎︎ This story contains mature content and language. Just warning you babes ;) ~Started in March 2020~ ~Finished in November 2022~ © All rights reserved. Do not copy any of this work. I don't own any of the picture/GIFS used in this book
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Underage

I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch. "I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face." "Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?" "Besides scaring you shitless?" "You didn't-" "Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers." *** It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months. It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical. It's a game with no rules. And they seem to be breaking them all. Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts. #4 in New Adult [COMPLETED]

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