Hate Me (BWWM)
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  • Reads 4,583
  • Votes 239
  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 51m
Ongoing, First published Dec 10, 2022
Mature
"Aiden..." I exhale keeping my eyes closed and hands clutched to his hair. 

I was at these the edge of loosing it, the feeling of his tongue was everything I needed, his grip on my hips was strong, stopping me from moving away or trying to escape from him...
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When 22 years old Aiden Tyson, the broken college bad boy and 18 years old Jasmine Morgan the upright novice fresher find themselves in a weird connection with each other, Aiden questions his sudden desperation for her. Their first encounter was only the beginning of what was to come...

Their love is tested when painful secrets are revealed and situations happened only to destroy them..

But LOVE was more than what they felt for each other;
How can a feeling so small become something great that could heal or destroy you. 
She knew the sacrifices and consequences she had to face to love him, He knew the burdens he had to let go of to love her.

He was her drug...
She was his medicine...
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