What If love is real

What If love is real

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He lift his head up and swing his sexy fucking now tall black hair, one of my weaknesses towards him . With furrowed brows he gazed at my low chuckle that now has stopped and turned into a serious worried face . My usual expression !! " I'm glad that you still remembering the move I thought you " He smiles and held my offered hand to stand up . I was not sure what how to react at his sudden smile , the tongue held between his teeth and how his eyes gets cutely narrowed . I shook my head to force the desire to kiss him languorously go away. ------- I was the one to lean in closer , until only the breath of us touch, our lips finally graze slightly. I run my tongue along his bottom lip and when I get back to the middle I take his lip lightly with my teeth. I then suck lightly on it and again graze my lips over his. The kiss continues soft and teasingly until we can take it no longer and it builds in strength until we can no longer hold back our passion. and get away from each other to catch a breath and I couldn't hide a smile because of his surprised face because I was the one To Kiss , And not any Kiss but a passionate eager kiss " What was that ? " he said with a raised brow and a clear smirk Sandra xx "" Strangers at Night and Dreamers of the Shinning Stars in the Sky " "
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Underage

I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch. "I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face." "Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?" "Besides scaring you shitless?" "You didn't-" "Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers." *** It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months. It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical. It's a game with no rules. And they seem to be breaking them all. Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts. #4 in New Adult [COMPLETED]

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