Torn between heart and soul: one direction<3

Torn between heart and soul: one direction<3

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"Sometimes I don't even know what love is. I obviously throw the word around like a frisbee and it is never returned." "Maybe you're just too easy." "That helps. Thanks." "I know. Maybe you don't need love for once, maybe you just need..." He kisses me full on the lips, leaving me with a delayed reaction. "I shouldn't...." I try to say "They have torn you apart, this means nothing. It just loosens you up." He begins to kiss my neck. "What about your girlfriend?" "She doesn't have to know." Cheating is the reason I'm so hurt right now... I shouldn't... I can't... I melt into him.
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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