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What if you had a stop watch counting down every moment till you meet you soul mate? What would you do? Where would u go the day it would run out? What if your soul mate wasn't who you expected?
Everyone is born with a eternal stopwatch constantly ticking, counting down the exact moment when you meet your soulmate. It's a small number on your wrist like a tattoo, but you are the only one that can see it. Mine ends in a few days and I am scared out of my mind. What if he is a jerk? Or what if all he wants is sex? Or what if he rejects me? I don't know what I am going to do!
I turned around and was meet with the softest lips on the planet. We kissed softly at first but it became more and more passionate. He pulled me onto his lap facing him. My legs were wrapped around his waist and he never broke the kiss. His tongue grazed mine and I gladly granted entrance. He ran his hands up and down my bare legs and stomach giving me chills. I placed my hands on his chest. We pulled away breathless but Jack trailed hot kisses down my neck. That is my absolute number one weak spot. If a guy kisses my neck I am completely screwed. I will do anything and I completely melt.
"I-i... " I stuttered trying to focus and he began sucking on my sweet spot as I was fully aware of his 'little friend' who was poking my ass and wanted to join the party. "Jack, st- stop. " I stammered out. I pushed him away from me and he pulled back looking really confused.
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