Hit And Run With It

Hit And Run With It

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**NOTICE: There are some huge plot changes coming to this story, so please bear with me while it is under construction** After the accident that nearly killed her, Belle Evans begins her long road to recovery. With her boyfriend, Caleb, and her family by her side, she slowly re-learns the world around her: the names and faces that were taken from her memory, as well as finding herself again. Between the exhausting physical therapy sessions and the multiple doctor's visits, she is making progress, but there is something that is still beyond her reach: what happened that day that she crossed the street and was hit by a vehicle? Who was driving? And why does everyone seem to be side-stepping the topic? Belle may want the truth, but with everything else that is revealed, is it worth it? Or is ignorance truly bliss? Cover made by me :)
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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