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Don't Blame Me

Don't Blame Me

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 18, 2023
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Fiction
Romance
After getting caught at a crime scene, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐭 is sent to a prestigious school in New York to work off her sentence. The Catch? don't tell a soul about what happened that day, even if you are innocent. Everything must remain a secret. 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐙𝐚𝐧𝐞, An aspiring detective that has been hired to look into the case, but his presence must also be a secret, but, what happens when he dives too deep? --------- "Fuck.. I want you Anastasia...so bad" He said while tearing up his own lip with the way he was biting it, like a baby biting its tongue. I wish he would let go and ruin me. The silence was dipping into my body. Everything was so seductive. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞."
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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