The Boy Nextdoor

The Boy Nextdoor

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Romance
Charles approaches me and lifts both his hand and wraps his fingers around my wrist, bringing them down by my side as he closes the gap between us, leaving only about an inch. My breathing becomes ragged when he brings his head down to the crook of my neck and the sound of his phone ringing on his bed echoes through my ears and my attention drifts away to his phone and see Alison's incoming call.
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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. "Your tattoos are beautiful," 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. "I'm going to take a shower," 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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