Pain behind those grey eyes

Pain behind those grey eyes

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"N-No... don't stop. Don't fucking stop." I replied and hugged him tightly, my voice thick with desperation and longing for him but I don't fucking care now. "I want this and I want you....Now." "I-I....I can't do this to you but. It would be...just fucking from my side Alysia." He replied softly while his one hand went on my hair, brushing my locks away from my face and the other around my waist, caressing it softly over the fabric. I know it would be just fucking from his side. I know he will never like me like I do. I know he will never want me like I do. I know he will never care for me like I do. I know everything, Smith. But still, the forbidden craving to get touched by him, to get touched by my... husband, overpowered my ability to make the correct decision and I gave up. I fucking gave up myself to him. *** Under Confident and disappointed Alysia Marie Johnson. Cold and Insecure Smith James Parker. They are two lost pieces of the same puzzle looking for peace. Read to find out what happens when they meet each other after 4 years. . . . . .
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I just close my eyes. Feeling him. Smelling him. Just existing close to him. My fingers clutch at his shirt, like it's the only thing keeping me from doing something reckless. Something completely, irrevocably stupid. Like kissing my son's best friend. And it feels so wrong. Oh God. So damn wrong. But then- His thumb shifts against my skin. A slow, lazy stroke. And suddenly, it feels so right. SO DAMN RIGHT. I breathe in too sharply. Mistake. He notices. Of course, he notices. His grip on my hips tightens. "You always this tense?" I force out a breath. "You always this annoying?" Leo laughs under his breath. "Only when I'm right." I tilt my head, and his eyes are already waiting for me-dark, unreadable, impossibly close. His fingers brush just above my waist. Barely there, but enough. Enough to make me hyper-aware of how easy it'd be to- "You wear this every night, don't you?" It takes me half a second to register what he means. The hoodie. His hoodie. *** 💔 She never expected to fall for him. 🔥 He never stopped waiting for her. 🏡 But some love stories don't follow the rules. Jenny Thompson moved to start fresh. A new neighborhood, a new home, a new beginning. What she didn't expect? Leo Mitchell. Her son's best friend. Fifteen years younger. And looking at her like she's something he's never stopped wanting. She tells herself it's nothing. She tells herself it can't happen. But then- 💬 "I don't know how to stop wanting this." 🔥 "Then don't." 📖 A slow-burn, emotional age-gap romance about love, healing, and the risk of wanting more. ** Taboo. Age gap. Off-limits tension. A love that shouldn't exist-but try stopping it.**

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