Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

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Allison Walker is your quintessential cool girl. She's got it all: rich family, hot boyfriend, and the confidence to match. But when Dominic Holland and his brothers move to town, he gives her a run for her money. *** "Take a picture." She finally spoke but didn't turn her head to look at me. "It'll last longer." It would've been a gorgeous picture: Cigarette smoke floating in the late winter air. One of her tan legs hiked up against the shed. Her long fingers outstretched in front of her. "Cigarettes can kill you, you know." At this, she turned to face me, raising her glasses onto the top of her head and narrowing her eyes. "I could say the same thing about talking to strangers."
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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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