Her white boy (bwwm)

Her white boy (bwwm)

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I was a nerd. But he still looked. I hiding under my hood and sweats. I was the freak who sat in the corner in the back with one friend. I was the mixed girl who had a body like a goddess under my sweats that's what he told me. I was me, Mia Sway. He was a fighter. Everyone looked at him. He didn't hide under anything. He was the boy who was quite but didn't take shit he had friends. He was the white boy who had a body like a fighter with or without clothes. He was him, Ryder Stone.
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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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