ECHOES OF HER

ECHOES OF HER

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At the crossroads of love and self-discovery, 18-year-old Zoe finds herself torn between the allure of romance, betrayal,envy, her insecurities and her low self-esteem, drama always finds away in her life, being tangled up in a situation like that wasn't a shock to her, it seemed like the universe had a way of putting her in the midsts of unwanted positions, she had to escape from it or we could say him...... how will she when she finds her self falling deeper as she tries, it felt like a never ending pool of passion, dark, thick and everything wrong. Xavier, charming no? your everyday player yes and no, he was popular with the female gender, but nothing quite as passionate and sinfully good as his encounter with Zoe, pure indeed innocent yes she was, and he was most definitely far from it, beneath the flashes of momentarily spotlights from being an elite, the pretence and facades where all lies to cover up a broken shattered soul, will they mend each other or get damaged even more, "I've got my eye on you little one" . pushing her slightly against the shelves of the old dusty library, you could see from the cracks on the wall, what's your name little one" he said as the scent of lilies evaded his nose, "zo-zoey" she tried to say, she had never been in this close proximity with a man before, at least not this attractive, she felt her palm getting sweaty, as her breath fanned him, heart racing, she gulped her glasses being the only barrier between them, "blue beautiful so fucking beautiful"he said looking right into her eyes, scanning even lower his eyes met her lips, leaning closer he whispered, his eyes paired at the book behind them, naughty little one he thought, whispering roughly in her ears, "how about we make every dirty thought of yours come true", with that he devoured her lips, he tasted like every dark thought she had ever heard.
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