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Not his Treehouse

Not his Treehouse

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 1, 2022
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Romance
"Get out. This is my spot, and I don't want you here anymore!" I yelled at him. "If you would listen to me without running your mouth for five minutes you would take that back!" he yelled back at me. "Get out now." I glared at him, I wasn't about to be the one to break eye contact first. It was so easy to get lost in those dark eyes, but he didn't want me, so I no longer wanted him. He stepped closer, his eyes still never leaving mine. "Trace.." I started to say his name darkly. He cut me off by covering my mouth with his hand and scowling deeply. "Don't say my name like that," his deep voice sent shivers down my back. "Now shut up and listen," he told me. Boy was I listening now.
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There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.

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