His Bet
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I was breathing hard. I don't know what is this thing. Her face that pops on my mind became constant after that night. I can't even sleep because of her. And that moment I saw her dancing in the kitchen her arms show off as her hair fall prettily on her angel face doesn't help at all. It kept playing and playing inside my head. My muscles were tensed and hard when I think about her. That I even have to do a hand job to release this fucking heat she has instilled with me. Damn it. "I'm not your type." Yes. She's right. She wasn't my type. Ace. Jet black hair. Silver gray eyes. Pale white skin. So far of my blonde and tan qualification and yet I just did a fucking hand job thinking her body plastered with mine. Fuck. This can't be happening. Lust. Yes, that's just it. I need to get fucking laid.
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There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.

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