smile girl

smile girl

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Apr 30, 2016
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Have you ever felt along in the world wondering around ask yourself is this how life supposed to be and why your life turn out the way it did. This is my story . A girl name Bella who is crying for help and love on the inside someone who just want to be loved and understood. she a beautiful and smart girl but she don't think so she listen to what other people say and let them broke her. Intill one day this guy shows up and rebuild her self confidence again or that what she thought
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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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