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Deciphering Silence [Cameron Dallas & Jack Gilinsky]
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Kylie Linak is an incredibly talented, aspiring violinist. Whose grandmother is suffering from cancer.
One day at the hospital, when visiting her grandmother. She encounters a so called rude guy in her opinion.
Who doesn't even thank her for helping him!
Looks can be deceiving, when Kylie soon realises the guy is deaf.
Not long after, Kylie gets drawn in. Not only by Ashton's problem but his personality, then tries everything in her power to help him.
On her journey of helping Ashton. Kylie finds out that the world, she's living in isn't entirely what it seems.
Secrets kept for protection and secrets shared for information. It's a world that's feared by normal people and may just make her or break her completely.
Kylie then realises there is more than meets the eye. There's more to a person and that's listening, well I guess, reading their story.
She learns the hard way, that every book has a story behind it's faded pages. And every lie has a reason for being told.
"You may dodge a bullet today but you will have to take it tomorrow." He whispers and my brain is already confused with what the hell he was saying.
My forehead creases, as I stare at the half naked guy on top of me and the gun gripped firmly in his hand. I gulp when he begins to trail the gun across my bottom lip.
"You have a choice." He stops his movements and removes the gun from my lips. So that he can rub the cold metal against the sensitive skin of my thigh.
It causes that all too familiar tingle that always shoots up my legs when he's near. "You either stay with me or you don't." His voice is cold, yet his words are not completely understandable.
"What do you mean by don't?" I ask softly, not in the mood to get a part of me shot off.
A full out happy smirk forms on his lips and he slams he lips down onto mine. Demanding, needing and sucking what only I can give him.
'Your past may intertwine with your future but remember where you're living in.'
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