Higher Love

Higher Love

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*** But not listening to my words he crashed his lips onto mine. His lips felt good as ever, warm soft and inviting. It's an innocent kiss, just our lips. He didn't even try to enters my mouth with his tongue. Just his hands wander to my head and hold me in place. I really doesn't want to end this, but I also don't want to let him know, how much I still feel. He suddenly stops the kiss, but not letting my head go. He leans his forehead against mine and whispers: "If you approve to go to dinner with me every weekend during this excavation, I promise I will let you do your job during the week." *** A story about fear, trust and deep love, lasting even after loosing each other. Is Bradley able to conquer Emily back? Find out by reading Higher Love!
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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 "What?" I ask. He brings his hand to my face. His fingertips brush my lips. "What would you do," he says, "If I kissed you right now?" "I'd probably push you away," I say, and huff out a nervous laugh. I've never been a good liar, and Nate can probably tell because the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk as he leans a little closer to me. "I really want to find out if that's true or not," he tells me. I'm too frozen to say anything. I'm too frozen to move or breathe, really. Nate's hand snakes around the back of my neck gently. The rings on his fingers cool my burning neck. "Relax," he whispers, and then he closes the distance between us. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Nate Miller left three years ago. Packed a bag in the dead of the night, snuck out the back door, and caught the only bus out of Woodvale, his wretched town. He left Adya behind to pick up the pieces. She had to console his grandmother. She had to bury her feelings for him. She had to deal with her addict mother. And when Nate returns, everything becomes more complicated. Can they mend and repair the friendship they had? Can they handle if their friendship turns into something more? Adya isn't one to trust, not after Nate left; and Nate is cracking under the weight of his emotions. Is love too much to ask from either of them? Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, Substance Abuse

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