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The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

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"Emily, we can't." He said softly as he cupped my face. "There are things about me that you wouldn't understand. Things that would scare you." I shook my head violently as the tears threatened to spill out. He can't just leave me like this. "You can't just leave me, Ryder!" I said, voicing my thoughts. He shook his head as he let his hand fall from my face. When a new kid shows up at Mansonville High, Emily Walker is first to have an encounter with the charming Ryder Wade. Not knowing that he was her new neighbor. Straying from her normal quiet self, Emily goes out of her way to help him around the school. Soon they become friends, and just as quickly Emily finds herself falling for Ryder. However, Ryder has a secret, and he will stop at nothing to keep it a secret. Even if it means pushing away the one thing he wants.
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"I wish to ask you something." It took me a moment to make Warren out. He sat watching me. I sat up, still a little drowsy. "Shoot." He was instantly concerned. "What's the matter?" Oh, he took it to mean that. "No, I mean go ahead, ask me." "Oh. Would you forgive me any fault?" "What, you planning on killing Kyle?" He chuckled throatily, and I fell in love with the sound all over again. "Please be serious." "You know I would." He tipped my face up and his eyes bore into mine as if he was trying to read my very soul. "Any fault, Belle?" "Anything..." I affirmed, then teased, "except Prague." He rolled his eyes and sat back. "Tonight I watch over the forest. May I escort you home?" "Yeah, sure." I turned to pack up. Warren turned me back to him, slipped both hands into my hair possessively. And then his lips were on mine.

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