On The Fence

On The Fence

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...When finished, he dropped it on the floor. All that was going through my mind was if he was gonna kiss me or not, cause he's taking a pretty long time getting to it. But if he does, wouldn't that shift something in our friendship? I mean I love this guy but...not in that way. I mean, I'd do almost anything for him but...anything but anything that would jeopardize our friendship. Our faces were close. We stared at each other. Our eyes locked, and I could tell he was nervous cause his chest was puffing heavily. Sooner than later, his forehead touched mine. Then his top lip... Breanne Simpson, aka Bree is a teenage girl struggling to keep up her "church girl" life. The life that she lived and loved before her best friend Miles began to draw her deeper into his life; the side of him she's never seen or wanted to see before. Will she be able to keep up the church life or will she be pulled in by just one of his looks to say yes to another look at life?
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I just close my eyes. Feeling him. Smelling him. Just existing close to him. My fingers clutch at his shirt, like it's the only thing keeping me from doing something reckless. Something completely, irrevocably stupid. Like kissing my son's best friend. And it feels so wrong. Oh God. So damn wrong. But then- His thumb shifts against my skin. A slow, lazy stroke. And suddenly, it feels so right. SO DAMN RIGHT. I breathe in too sharply. Mistake. He notices. Of course, he notices. His grip on my hips tightens. "You always this tense?" I force out a breath. "You always this annoying?" Leo laughs under his breath. "Only when I'm right." I tilt my head, and his eyes are already waiting for me-dark, unreadable, impossibly close. His fingers brush just above my waist. Barely there, but enough. Enough to make me hyper-aware of how easy it'd be to- "You wear this every night, don't you?" It takes me half a second to register what he means. The hoodie. His hoodie. *** 💔 She never expected to fall for him. 🔥 He never stopped waiting for her. 🏡 But some love stories don't follow the rules. Jenny Thompson moved to start fresh. A new neighborhood, a new home, a new beginning. What she didn't expect? Leo Mitchell. Her son's best friend. Fifteen years younger. And looking at her like she's something he's never stopped wanting. She tells herself it's nothing. She tells herself it can't happen. But then- 💬 "I don't know how to stop wanting this." 🔥 "Then don't." 📖 A slow-burn, emotional age-gap romance about love, healing, and the risk of wanting more. ** Taboo. Age gap. Off-limits tension. A love that shouldn't exist-but try stopping it.**

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