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Bad is the new Good (on hold)
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Ongoing, First published May 30, 2015
Mature
He bites his lip as a smirk plasters his face. If I wasn't already head over heels, I would be now. But I stifle any though or emotion about him. He steps forward enclosing and space between us. The fact that he is shirtless makes keeping focus impossible. His torso presses against me and I feel his breath giving me chills. He begins, "Tell me you are not falling for me." I tilt my head triumphantly, "I am no where near falling for you." He smiles and winks, "Rudy, you are such a bad liar."

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Rudy is a tragedy to begin with. Losing people left and right. Keeping secrets. Until she meets Mr. Cliche Bad boy, Aspen, who turns her tragedy into a hot mess. Will she recover or will she melt into a heaving pool of love and broken dignity?
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved