Tattooed on my Heart

Tattooed on my Heart

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"This one is for my grandfather's death." I said while lifting up the sleeves of my shirt to reveal a black cross with his name on it. Devin stared intently at the ink permanently placed on my skin. Shealeigh is not a normal girl. She has a special ability, yet she knows nothing of it. What will happen when she figures out the powers that she holds? Will meeting a boy with the same abilities make it harder to accept or lead her to something she's always wanted?
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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. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; 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. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; 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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