Meet me at 1 AM

Meet me at 1 AM

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To escape her personal hell, Darcy takes walks around the park at 1 AM. Everything changes on a Sunday when she meets him: her sweetest sin, her dark light, her first breath of air and eternal damnation. But what does a flame do when you take away the oxygen? It dies. "Some day you'll be the death of me but I'll accept that bargain just to smell your hair one last time." ---------------------- Authors note Dear readers, thank you for choosing my story. I personally wouldn't. The story should only be read by a mature audience (+18). Please be aware that it is everything but a fairytale. You have been warned. - Roxy TW: sexual assault/rape psychological abuse physical abuse child abuse domestic violence drug consumption child abandonment death of a loved one gun violence blood/gore explicit sex scenes trauma depression scars torture extreme violence miscarriage suicide PS: English is my 3rd language, so I would really appreciate it if you could point out major mistakes. Always stay nice and respectful to each other. Thank you so much!
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

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