Pinky Promise [under construction]

Pinky Promise [under construction]

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"sorry, I don't like it when people try to postpone their deaths." A cold chuckle escapes her lips. She quickly marks her victim and flees the scene. Another night, another victim. ~ Read about how Julia juggles school, her job and an annoying bad boy while also taking care of a five-year-old. &gt; I'm sorry but this story's under construction for now. I will make some changes and then republish it, pinky promise ;) *If you have trouble ready about abuse, adult language and content, please be warned.* &lt;
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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