Mike and Willow

Mike and Willow

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This story is dedicated to someone who was dear to my heart. <3 Mike and Willow run in different crowds and couldn't be any more opposite. Yet they can't deny the deep attraction they feel for one anther. One hot afternoon Mike comes by Willow's to that leads to a dip in the pool. "Mmmm. Begging again?" He slowly dips into the pool wiping his face as he rises with a smile. My body is feeling his short absence. "I wrote a song for you. And all the things you do, and it was called Willow."
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My heart skipped a beat when I saw fury swimming in his green eyes. He slammed the door and the banging sound echoed throughout the whole room. My back was pressed against the wall. Fear was building up inside of me. I couldn't help but blame myself for this reaction that I was getting from him. I wanted to provoke him. Fury was not the reaction that I was hoping to get. His eyes never left mine. I took a deep breath. I didn't want him to know that I was getting scared. This was not me. Since when have I become someone who would coward away from a fight? I pushed my crown up my head? I fixed it, making sure that it was straight on my head. I moved away from the wall then stood my ground. His jaws clenched as he turned his body entirely towards me. "Did you just dare to embarrass me?" Orion asked me as a humourless chuckle escaped his lips. My hands were on my sides as I held my dress and started playing with the satin fabric to calm my nerves. I was conflicted on how I was going to react to his words. "You call it embarrassment, I call it opinion" I responded calmly. The muscle on his jaw ticked. In a blink of an eye, he was standing in front of me. If he didn't have such a repulsive character, I would have most probably fallen for his looks. The next thing that happened, broke my trail of thoughts. I was pushed against the wall with such a violence that a gasp escaped my lips. His hand held my jaw, pushing my face upwards so that I was forced to stare at him. His breath was fanning all over my face. No one touches me without my permission.

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