Don't take this out on me.

Don't take this out on me.

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Amber. She's pretty plain,with her dark brown hair and secretly stunning blue eyes, or so she thinks. she keeps her head down, trying to hide so no one can see the pain she's really hiding. She keeps to herself, not telling anyone of her abuse. Until he comes in and starts to change her routine... Kayleb, he's a fighter, and a good one at that.With his messy dark brown hair and swirling green and blue eyes, he gets whoever and whatever he wants, that is until he notices Amber, the only one who says no and resists the charms he tries. He wants her and lets her know. Will he stop before he sees too much to go back? Or will he find out what she's really like when she's not hiding herself? Will he be able to save her before its too late? Find out in "Don't take this out on me."
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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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