Forgotten To Breathe

Forgotten To Breathe

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People say when you are in love you become blind but in love you don't only become blind you forget to breathe but yet you feel the most alive ; Isabella Roosevelt Introverted shy hot-headed just turned 22 Fashion designer I hate 2 things in my entire life - Secrets - Oliver Lewis He had made my life a living hell since I was 12 , we went to the same school and he got in the same college I did , it's his life mission to annoy the shit out of me But no matter what I do its impossible to ignore his body of a Greek god and his face of a pop star and his black as the night hair .it's impossible to avoid his looks and I hate him for that Oliver Lewis Extroverted playboy everyone's favourite Model photography Just turned 22 It's impossible to not annoy my Cruella she is really annoying but god it's hard to ignore that 5'6 short curly brown hair and honey brown eyes God she is hotter than any girls i have slept with but the way she runs her mouth is so goddamn frustrating
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His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. π™π™š π™©π™π™žπ™£π™ π™¨ π™‘π™€π™«π™š π™žπ™¨ 𝙨π™ͺπ™›π™›π™šπ™§π™žπ™£π™œ π™¨π™π™š π™©π™π™žπ™£π™ π™¨ π™¨π™π™š π™™π™šπ™¨π™šπ™§π™«π™šπ™¨ π™žπ™© BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❀︎ sexual/mature content ❀︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❀︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright Β© 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. Cover art: me Β© All Rights Reserved

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