Naive
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He was like fire and I was like gasoline. He was no good for me, I was no good for him. He was on the ground and I? I tried to fix up his mess, again and again.. They said we would only bring each other tears and sorrow. They said he was going to bring me down like he did it with every other person in his life ... but still I couldn't let him go. Natalie Rogers did expect a lot of things for her Junior year in high school, but finding out about her Dad's affair was definitely not one of them - but again neither was moving to Waynesville, North Carolina or meeting the guy that has been haunting her dreams ever since she has been twelve years old. *-*-*-*-*-*- -WARNING-: This story contains mature language/swearing as well as sexual content. *-*-*-*-*-*- Naive . Copyright © January 2015. All Rights Reserved.
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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. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; 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. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; 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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