Heartbreaker

Heartbreaker

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" what wrong with me " Ashley screamed punching the bathroom stall causing a small dent. She was probably gonna have to pay for that later. " nothing's wrong with you your absolutely perfect " he said placing a hand on top of hers. He startled her. When did he get there. Why was he there? Shouldn't he be with his slut of a girlfriend? I wonder which one it is this week? " what are you doing here" she asked a small sob coming out instead of the tough persona she was trying to put on. " I figured you needed someone " he whispered pulling her into his chest. Ashley couldn't do anything but smile she knew this was only temporary had no idea why the bad boy was suddenly bein nice to her but for the moment she didn't question things cause she really needed someone right about now.
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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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