Atychiphobia
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Zara Kyoto had it all- looks that everyone envied her for, all the money she could ever want and a range of talents that never seize to amaze people. But is seems as if all that doesn't matter because Zara is so unhappy, emotionally detached. Of course that was a given seeing as she grew up with parents that are in a loveless marriage, and attends a school filled with backstabbers and hypocrites, and was unfortunately in a world full of hate. Zara needed some motivation and that came in the form of five painfully handsome men that crashed into her life -literally- and gave her what she needed -friendship and support-. could she possibly also find love with one of them?
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"You don't see it do you?" he said, as he pushed me gently to the wall and starts rubbing circles on my waist.
"You don't see how beautiful you are, how they are all envious of you, you don't fucking see how much effort I have to put in not kissing the hell out you when I see you, all these guys thinking they have a chance with you when they don't know that I'll beat the fuck out of them before they have a chance to think about touching you. Everything, everything about you tempts me, your body, hell your personality turns me on, your lips, and fuck those eyes, those fucking eyes" he leaned in closer, our lips grazing.
My breath was coming out in small, short pants as I waited for him, eyes closed to do something, anything.
"Do you still think I don't care?" then he walked out of the classroom.
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