Stitches (BoyxBoy)

Stitches (BoyxBoy)

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Jun 26, 20162h 11m
"Are You Really Going To Love Me Forever, Or Is This Just A Hit And Run?" Hayden Thompson, just graduated from high school but he had to run far away to get away from his dark secret. Going all the way from New York City to Miami, Hayden had no idea he was going to get a job at the top nightclub and falls in love with the owner, Travis Carlson. But is Travis really the perfect guy? Like I said, Everyone has dark secrets. This one being a little darker then usual.
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"When I push it into your mouth... just swallow." His lips part slightly, breath uneven. I lean in, close enough to count the flecks in his eyes. Our knees brush slightly. He pulls back a second too late. I take a slow drag, hold it, then exhale steady between us. The smoke slips past his lips, and in that second, I can't help it. I press my mouth to his. *** Blake Callahan ruined me without even trying. Now I'm going to ruin him too-one threat, one kiss, one perfectly timed prank at a time. He has everything-money, looks, and a last name that opens doors. The golden boy of Seattle: captain of the soccer team, top of the class, with a future already written in Ivy League gold. Me? I'm Ryder Quinn. Dyed hair, piercings, fists bruised from too many fights, and a life with no safety net. Reckless. Broke. No future. We come from opposite worlds-his built on privilege, mine on survival. We're supposed to hate each other. And for a while, we do. But hate turns into tension. Tension turns into something neither of us can control. Because loving him was never part of the plan. Destroying him was. Trigger warning ⚠️ -Mature language -Sexual scenes -Violence -Drug use -Trauma

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