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Wait For Me
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Romance
---------- EXTRACT----------- A large, warm hand wrapped around my exposed forearm that was covered in goose pimples from the arctic wind whilst another briefly skimmed my side, resulting in an involuntary shiver erupting down my spine. A low growl was emitted from his throat with the same annoyance that a babysitter acquires when dealing with a child who is afraid of the dark. 'Where is your jacket?, his voice not only deeper than when I last saw him but also harsher, colder. Finally he had come. ____________________________________________________________________________________________
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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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