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The Resistance

The Resistance

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"No! Stop! Please!" She yelled helplessly. As the man continued. She sobbed and flinched as the door was flung open. "Get off of her." Reid snarled at the man. His eyes shining angrily. The man huffed and continued. So Reid walked over and ripped him off of her. The mans eyes widened in fear."You work for me! Not for her!" He yelled. "Sorry. 'Boss'." He snapped revealing the blue tattoo of the resistance on his right wrist. He picked up Luna and ran down the halls........
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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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