Sirens
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"I hate that sound." I said, walking alongside Ben on the concrete sidewalk. "What sound?" he asked, looking at me. I stopped, feeling the cold October air blow my hair in my face. I closed my eyes, hearing the sound louder as it traveled through the breeze. I opened my eyes, looking at him. His eyes were on me, like he was tracing the features of my face. "The sound of sirens." --- Katie and Ben hate each other, but when Ben gets out of prison and his mother sends him to live with her best friend, which happens to be Katie's aunt, they have to spend every single day with each other. But with Ben's secret past and even more secretive present, Katie is more than frightened of getting close to him. She doesn't plan on it either, but neither did Ben. So when they start to get a little to close to each other, will Ben push Katie away? And will Katie here sirens in the middle of the night, again? Follow Katie and Ben on a road full of secrets, past, romance and sirens.
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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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