Polar opposites (ON HOLD)
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Last published Tue, Aug 11, 2020
I feel my heart racing super fast and a thousand butterflies in my tummy. With my back against the wall and his breath on my neck he said " I know you feel the chemistry between us. Princess you drive me crazy every single day. I can't keep ignoring the fact that I love you"
She's the school's bad girl, He is the school's good guy. she's feared by every one he's loved by every one. He has a perfect life but hers is far from perfect. what more could happen when they cross paths.
it's funny what a Chapman can do because it all started with a Chapman.
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