The Bad Boy Next Door
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"I want you." He whispered in my ear while running his hand up my leg. I bit my lip and smirked. I had him just were I wanted him.
Faith didn't realize how much her life would change when she saw the new boy moving in next door. He looked like a good boy but looks can be deceiving. See you on the dark side, Faith.
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