My Not So Bad Bad Boy {COMPLETED}

My Not So Bad Bad Boy {COMPLETED}

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"Nice foot work." a voice said. I lost control of the ball and tripped over my feet. I groaned loudly as my butt landed hard on the ground and the ball on my head. "Ow..." I muttered as a roar of laughter fell beside me. I looked up to see- "Hazel!" I exclaimed glaring at the blonde haired beauty. "Y-you... should'v-ve s-seen your f-face..." Jayden hysterically laughed as he clutched his stomach. I snapped out of my daze and glared at him. After a good 10 seconds of him not stopping I decided to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed his ankles and pulled him down with me. Seems like a reasonable idea, NOT. He came crashing down on top of me. Let's just say, I think we might both need new teeth... ------------------------
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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