Pernicious

Pernicious

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing2h 13m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 7, 2024
He opens the box and pulls out the ring. Putting the box on the table beside us. He takes his free hand and starts from the top of my arm to the bottom, slowly going down my arm with two fingers. Even though there was a layer of clothing in between my arm and his hand. His soft touch was prominent. I can't help but have my heart pound against my ribcage. His eyes were glued to mine before he looks down at my hand that's now in his. Slowly he puts the ring around my left ring finger. It fits well actually. Isn't to tight or to loose. A few moments of silence pass before he turns around and speaks to Pablo, "Are you fucking happy now? Can we go?" He shoves past me without a second thought. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Dove Mae is college student. She's sweet, trustworthy and most of all strong. She's been through a lot. She's stuck with a hard decision. In the brink of the moment will she make the wrong decision and live with the regret. Or make the right decision and live happily ever after.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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