Meet Me Over The Bridge

Meet Me Over The Bridge

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación jue, sep 1, 2016
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Romance
Destinee is a 16 year old girl who loves with her 17 year old best friend, Bronwyn. Destinee would do anything in the world for Bronwyn, anything. But, what Bronwyn doesn't realize is that Destinee loves her. And not just as a friend. Destinee doesn't act the same for a long while after the night she kissed Bronwyn. Every time she sees the brown eyed girl she instantly saddens. One day, Destinee crashes her truck off the side of a bridge. Bronwyn rescues her but she slips into coma for a month. When she wakes up, she's not right in the head anymore. She's not who everyone once knew her as. So, she joins dangerous activities in order to 'stop the pain'. She continues to do so and doesn't care about anything or anyone anymore. That's is...until something happens that'll change her...
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In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

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