They Stole What Wasn't Mine

They Stole What Wasn't Mine

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 10, 2015
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Romance
I have never held hands with a guy, or even kissed one. It is not just a silly want for me to have a guy for me to love, but a need. With needs, sacrifices are made. I hope I make the right ones, because I haven't really done anything else right yet. Yet, I don't know if I have even really tried so far.
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I'm slammed hard into a locker. I lose all ability to fight back. I've been down this road too many times to count. I close my eyes, wishing myself anywhere else but here. I expect the typical hit to the stomach, but instead I get the warm pressure of lips against mine. My eyes shoot open. I try to pull away but his hold on me is too strong. I cry out but I can't help hate myself by how good it feels. His kiss is tender and sweet. His tongue pushes into my mouth and my wrists are held above my head. When did my hater become my lover? Book two of the story can be found in my works, "Speed Demon Billionaire"!

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