Don't Jump

Don't Jump

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"Will you ever tell me? Or anyone?" He asked softly, reaching for my available hand. I contemplated it for a moment and shook my head lightly, breaking the weak eye contact. There are six people in the world who know the horrors of what had happened, but there's only one of them I'll ever meet. And I wish I never did. He didn't understand. He would never understand. And I won't let him. * * * Kayla Winters. Troubled doesn't begin to describe her. One tragedy is all it takes to break a person, from that point on, it's just shattering pieces of an unsolvable equation no one understands. At least that's what her mother says. Cameron Green. Bad rep, bad friends, bad relationships. There's more than meets the eye, at least that's what his wallet says.
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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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