Stutter
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  • Parts 39
  • Time 3h 42m
  • Reads 223,113
  • Votes 8,132
  • Parts 39
  • Time 3h 42m
Complete, First published Nov 29, 2014
One mistake can make you open your eyes
One "friend" can make you see who you really are
One boy with a stutter that can steal your heart
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"It's just h-hard t-t-to c-con-concentrate with you a-around," He admitted quietly.

I grinned, loosing all seriousness of this.
I stood behind him and leaned down next to his ear.

"Why? Do I make your heart race, just by being close?" I asked whispering in his ear. 

I walked slowly around him, trailing my finger up his arm and around to the other.

"Do I make you nervous when I touch you?" I asked with a small grin.

I stopped in front of him. I put my hands on either arm of the chair and leaned down, putting my face mere inches away from his.

"Do I make you breathless with just a simple kiss?" I asked lightly brushing my lips over his.
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