Wrong number - Ongoing

Wrong number - Ongoing

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☏ ☏ ☏ "Mon trésor?" A cold shiver goes down my spine. Familiar butterflies erupting in my stomach. I turn back, and see the same blue eyes that once drowned me in their admiration. "I knew it was you." ⫘⫘⫘ Cecily Auclair moved to America from France 12 years ago, and is now studying Pre-Law at Westfield University. Never once did she expect running into the boy that once had her heart. ⫘⫘⫘ Malachi Faure is a foreign exchange student from France also studying Pre-Law at Westfield University. He didn't think he'd ever see her again. Will the two rekindle their love? Or will the past interfere with their emotions?
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enemies. "Did I not warn you about staying away from me today?" he says as he looks at my eyes. Deeply. My brain stops for a second. His hand is closed around my neck, his face is dangerously close to mine. And I'm breathing heavily. He sees whatever's wrong with me, and stays still for a second, a small smirk forming in his lips. Then, his eyes find my lips. What the hell is happening? My heartbeat fastens as I hold my breath. And his eyes find mine, again. He slowly leans in. His mouth traces my jawline and face. It doesn't touch me, but he's too close I feel his breath. I don't even realize that his hand has released my throat, and I could freely go if I wanted to. But I'm feeling way too many things at the same time. Why aren't you running, Jess? I then feel his lips on my jawline for a second; and I find my hands tugging into his hair, as I breathe a bit too heavily. He then lifts up his face, lips next to my ear. "So. Fucking. Easy." he mutters. © All the characters and the story is owned by me! Thank you.

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