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"She’d always wondered what it would feel like to be in the same room with someone like him. Someone so electric. So magnetic. She felt the pull. The desire to walk up to him and ask him everything. Listen to him talk. Engage him. He looked like everyone else but he wasn’t. He was someone and it was obvious. It vibrated the air around him. It made his skin glow. You looked at him and you knew. Even if you didn’t recognize him, you knew." NOT MY STORY, TAKEN FROM "death-by-styles" TUMBLR FOR PEOPLE TO READ IT EASIER. IM NOT TAKING CREDIT
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"Tell me, Harry," I said, voice low, hungry. "Tell me you want this. Beg for it." For a second, he looked like he might. Like he'd fall to pieces and let me own him for a moment, let me keep the power. But no. Something shifted. His eyes went dark-stormy, unreadable, dangerous-and I knew in that second I'd lit a fuse I couldn't unlight. I'd thought I was in control, thought I could tease him into submission. But instead, I'd woken the wolf.

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