The Guy Nextdoor
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Last published Fri, Oct 17, 2014
As my knees wobbled, my eyes stayed steady. His eyes are exactly what i'd imagine heaven to be, clear with a touch of purity.
Perfect.
The light, shining down on us as our faces just centimeters apart, his glowing complexion, his breath tickling my neck. He leans down, closing his eyes steadily.
Our lips ignited, setting off fireworks that never seemed to end, until we pulled away.
I need more, i need more. As i reach in to kiss him again, this time it doesn't end...
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I watched the water drip down his nose and onto his beautiful full lips. I craved the warmth of his touch. The rush of our connection. Regardless of how wrong it would be. I couldn't resist it any longer. I stepped closer, covering the flush of his cheeks with my hands to feel their heat and pressed my lips firmly against his until it hurt. Dylan gripped my waist and pulled me into him, sealing the space between us. I secured my arms around his neck, brushing my fingers through his soft, luscious hair. I didn't allow anything else to matter. Not the voice that told me this was wrong. Not the guilt. Not the warning that crashed through my head. I pushed it all away and let the desperate craving take over.
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