If We Could Go Back

If We Could Go Back

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 11, 2023
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Romance
Ivy Miller was a normal high-schooler who was trying her best to survive her life in her senior year as everything seemed to go downhill. An unfaithful best friend. And unfaithful boyfriend. Nothing was going how she planned her life to be. But she made a choice. And she had to stick with it. She had the choice to go down a different path, but she went down the dark alley instead of the sunrise. Nothing would look up. Not her best friend. Not her boyfriend. Not her college acceptance. Not her life. Oh, how she would kill just to go back,
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IVY'S SALVADOR life has only led up to one thing; following in her father's footsteps. The only problem is that she doesn't want to live her life that way, but she doesn't know how to change that. Her life has always felt so boring and bland since it's only been going in one direction.. she needed a way out; an alternative, something different. MYLES CROWELL was a rule breaker, he never followed along the lines of everyone in the city or the school. He was bound to be kicked out; everyone wanted him gone, he brought nothing but recklessness and a bad name for the school. He wasn't the perfect guy but he was different, he wasn't the same as everyone else that Ivy knew. He didn't show up to every boring lecture and he didn't take shit from every stuck-up jock. Soon enough a deal becomes between the two, an eye for a eye. This deal forms an alliance and somehow a friendship. This friendship maintains, that is until some feelings are being harder and harder to hide. • • • His eyes stayed set on me, my heart racing as if I'd just run a marathon. I looked down at the touch to the side of me, his hands gripping my hips, leading me. I picked up his speed and grinded slowly, not even a few seconds in and a groan elicited from him, "you know how good you look on top of me?" I smiled, pressing down on his bare chest, my hands itching to move further down. As I was itching to do something, so was he, his eyes following my bruised lips and I could see every thought in that head of his. "No.. tell me ."

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