Broken Hearts

Broken Hearts

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Tears flowed freely, going almost to my temples as I continued my fast pace. My thoughts were running even faster than me inside my brain. My heart seemed to contrast in my chest. Then out of nowhere I felt myself collide with something hard. Too hard actually as I could feel my head hurting. "Watch where you're going little American" an all too familiar voice said menacingly making me snap my head up to meet his shiny green eyes only to notice that he was only wearing basketball shorts and running shoes. His muscles and six pack all on display along with his various tattoos. I couldn't help gazing at his tattoos and absentmindedly thinking of getting another myself. "Just back off William. I'm in no mood to deal with you." I hated that my voice cracked giving away that I had been crying even if my tear streaked face hadn't.I thought he would continue taunting me, make me feel even more down than I already was. But for a second I saw a flash of concern and then he walked away..
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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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