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The Riptide

The Riptide

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She told him everything. Everything she didn’t have the guts to say out loud. Night after night, day after day, time zone after time zone. She began to trust him; whose fault that was, Natalie wasn’t sure. What she was now sure about without a doubt, was that he lied to her. All she can do now is try to put one vision she had of him behind her, and embrace the real life him she saw before her. - A 5 Seconds of Summer Fanfiction -
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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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