A Rattle in The Frame

A Rattle in The Frame

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~ON HOLD NO MORE UPDATES AT THIS POINT IN TIME~ JoAnn is your typical nerd-like girl; quiet, loves to read and has a dash of sarcasm to complete it. For someone who reads alone in a tree house, she never expected that she would make many friends after moving from Seattle, Washington to Louisiana to go to school at LSU. Blaise is a green-eyed guy who appears to be a player, but has a shadowed past that he never lets surface. However, when he gets hooked on one particular sarcastic beauty, will current event and traumatizing experiences that occur at the school bring the pair together and allow them to open up about their biggest fears and heart breaking past, or will it do nothing but aid in expanding the gap between them.
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Blaise and you never had a soft spot for one another but in your sixth year everything suddenly takes a turn. A love story between the hopeless romantic and the black cat. insights: "...Your compliments are anything but ordinary." I couldn't hold my tongue. "You are anything but ordinary." Blaise regards me with a skeptical look. "Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?" "You can choose for yourself," I say, standing up. It's bedtime now and we have to get to our dorms, "but I'd always take it as a good thing," that's the last thing I say, before leaving him at the bench, baffled. Blaise watches me as I make my way downstairs, a hint of confusion on his face. "Of course, leave it open to interpretation..." he mutters under his breath. "What are you really after, Z?" His voice a low rumble in the quiet room. I just softly breathe against his lips, "kiss me." Blaise closes the remaining distance, the moment our lips meet feels as if a hidden tension evaporates. The kiss filled with an unexpected intensity. Rather than pulling apart, we both deepen the connection, kissing each other again and again. Tongues engage in a heated, yet tender dance, expressing unspoken emotions. His hands trace a tantalizing path down my back and along the contours of my curves, a shiver runs through me.... TW: violence, sexuality, strong language, death etc. Every character and storyline/dialogue that is not made-up by me, belongs to JK Rowling/the Harry Potter books

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