Love is weird

Love is weird

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"Im scared" I whispered. "Come on its so easy," he said skating around the skate park. "Jason!" I said yelling. He skated over to me His soft plum lips rested on mine. He took some of my dirty blonde hair and wrapped it around his fingers. I could feel him smiling on my lips. "Do it"he mumbled on my mouth. "Come on babe, it'll be fun." He said begging me. I pulled away. It was so dark outside that I could barely see him. I still managed to see his blue eyes sparkle in the dark pleading. "Fine," I stated. "Yay!" He yelled.
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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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