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The Story of Them

The Story of Them

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación sáb, jun 20, 2015
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Romance
They danced in the light of the full moon that shone over the beach, fireflies floating randomly about as they swirled slowly and gracefully. He rested a hand on her waist, one of hers upon his shoulder, their free hands joined together. The sand, clean and soft, as if velvety, slipped between her toes, bare of shoes and socks. The waves of the ocean quietly lapped at the shore as he hummed Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade. He lifted his arm, spinning her out before pulling her back to him. She looked up at him, and he could see the sparkle in her eyes. Her eyes were always so beautiful. They were blue, but not like the blue eyes of the famous Viner Nash Grier. More like a dark blue, sort of like a piece of midnight sky were trapped inside her iris'. She smiled at him softly, and he returned it before kissing her forehead. She rested her head upon his chest, and his cheek lay on the top of her head. He as he hummed, he missed a line and she laughed as he thought about it, kissing his jawbone before running from him across the sand. He chased after her, laughing. She ran into the shallow water before he caught up to her. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder before spinning around. Her laugh echoed along the beach, as well as his heart. The beautiful sound bounced around his rib cage, awakening the butterflies in his stomach. He set her back down on her feet in the warm water. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he grabbed her hips. And as he leaned down to kiss her, his eyes closing, he could feel the strong sturdy feeling they both held within. A blazing inferno that couldn't be quenched.
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She knew his identity. He didn't know hers. She just wanted to have him around. He didn't. She knew they could not be together. He didn't. She didn't plan for longer. But he did. What will happen when he comes to know her real identity? Will he be able to stop himself in time from falling or will she have to face his wrath for hiding the truth. __________ "Do you believe in love?" He whispered in her ears making her jump. He was close, no, too close. She could feel his breath and hear her heart beat pounding very fastly. She took a few steps back to get her personal space secured. "You scared me." "Sorry, that was unintentional and I did not know that you are that weak." He smirked at her. "I am not weak.. That..." she saw him taking a step towards her. She gulped and then continued. ".. is a..." Another step. ".. normal.." One more step closer. ".. reaction." Another step. By now, he was again within her personal space. "I think we should go and see if Natey is done with her books." She whispered and laughed nervously and turned back only to be hold and pulled back to a hard chest. He had purposely swirled her along with him, changing their position. His front was dangerously touching her back. "It's a weak who always run away showing back." He whispered in her ears, his breaths touching her neck. His hands were placed just below her breast and touching most of her abs part. ___________________________________________________________________________ This is my first attempt at writing. So please bear with me :) Suggestions, feedback, comments and votes are welcomed. :)

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