Oreo Ice Cream

Oreo Ice Cream

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On Hiatus There's always something unusual about first love - as if tequila has burned our rational thoughts and possessed our brains. For seventeen-year-old Florence "Flora" Summer, her childhood friend, Tristan Asher, is the cheap wine she couldn't stop drinking secretly since they kissed one Christmas night years ago. But life's known for its wrong timings and for breaking the rules. So when rainbows melt in the sky and sunshine grows, the storm hits. A storm floating upon teenage interests - swirled in white secrets, grey conflicts, and black burns. With swollen hearts crushed, teenage love collapsed, and stolen kisses thrown into oblivion, what can apparently go wrong when "gorgeous" photographer boy, Harry Davis, comes into the picture? Two flames can spark another, right?
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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