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" I think we need a break," I said in an unwavering voice, he nodded dropping his hands from my waist. I needed to get far away from this boy as soon as possible.
"You don't like me" he stated.
What the fudge was that supposed to mean? We barely knew each other. I looked at him surprised to see the sad look in his eyes.
"I...." I licked my lips as I tried to think of what to say. He stared at my lips, his Adam's apple bulging, the grey orbs of his eyes becoming prominent. He held my chin with his thumb and index finger his hands felt warm on my face my chin tingling from his touch. He searched my eyes as if trying to know what I wanted. I was breathing so fast bracing myself for what was coming. He leaned closer as he placed his other hand on my thigh. I gripped the stool tightly, my tummy tingling from the blissful feeling I was experiencing for the first time.
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Maria Collins is not really excited about leaving primary school so early for High school but her Mom had planned it all for her. She couldn't say no to her Mom because she meant everything to her and she was only "12" years old.
Now that she's in High school she just wanted to stick to her schools insane code of conduct , make new friends, try to understand the mixed feelings she had towards boys and enjoy being an only child but life just won't cooperate with her.
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I just close my eyes. Feeling him. Smelling him. Just existing close to him. My fingers clutch at his shirt, like it's the only thing keeping me from doing something reckless. Something completely, irrevocably stupid. Like kissing my son's best friend. And it feels so wrong. Oh God. So damn wrong. But then- His thumb shifts against my skin. A slow, lazy stroke. And suddenly, it feels so right. SO DAMN RIGHT. I breathe in too sharply. Mistake. He notices. Of course, he notices. His grip on my hips tightens. "You always this tense?" I force out a breath. "You always this annoying?" Leo laughs under his breath. "Only when I'm right." I tilt my head, and his eyes are already waiting for me-dark, unreadable, impossibly close. His fingers brush just above my waist. Barely there, but enough. Enough to make me hyper-aware of how easy it'd be to- "You wear this every night, don't you?" It takes me half a second to register what he means. The hoodie. His hoodie. *** 💔 She never expected to fall for him. 🔥 He never stopped waiting for her. 🏡 But some love stories don't follow the rules. Jenny Thompson moved to start fresh. A new neighborhood, a new home, a new beginning. What she didn't expect? Leo Mitchell. Her son's best friend. Fifteen years younger. And looking at her like she's something he's never stopped wanting. She tells herself it's nothing. She tells herself it can't happen. But then- 💬 "I don't know how to stop wanting this." 🔥 "Then don't." 📖 A slow-burn, emotional age-gap romance about love, healing, and the risk of wanting more. ** Taboo. Age gap. Off-limits tension. A love that shouldn't exist-but try stopping it.**
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