Shelter from the Storm
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"You're too nice to me Max Ryder." I tell him.
"No. I'm just giving a girl what she deserves." He takes my hand and presses it to his lips.
Is he trying to kill me? The blush on my face is probably tomato red so I take my free hand and try to hide my face. He looks up at me with a confused look.
"Why are you hiding that beautiful face of yours?"
This only makes me blush even more. I take the hand that he kissed and put that one over my face, too. I giggle.
"You know exactly why you weirdo." I reply.
He takes both of my hands in his and takes them away from my face and smiles. Does he really find this attractive?
"You ARE blushing. That's adorable."
I guess so.
"I swear. One day, you'll kill me from all of this blushing,' I say, " You know that right?"
"Just doing my job." He says with a quirky grin on his face.
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Faith is a 17 year old girl. She has had a hard life. Her mother left her and her step father is an abusive alcoholic. Life is hard for Faith, but that is until Max Ryder, the bad boy, comes along. All it takes is ONE person, to change someone's life.
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