The Bad Boy Found Cupid

The Bad Boy Found Cupid

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There is cupid, a little angel with an arrow who likes to play around and make people fall in love. Sometimes he just wants to mess around and aims his arrow to complete opposite people. What happens when one of the two doesn't believe in love and the other is waiting for the knight in shining armor to come and sweep her off her feet? Read the story of Andrew King and Nora Graver. Will they be able even though they are completely opposite to find love and live happily ever after...?
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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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