The Bad Boy and I

The Bad Boy and I

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"Awh babe, don't worry. Soon you'll be begging for my company, but for now, I'm taking you to school whether you like it or not." He chuckled, holding the passenger door of his shiny black BMW open for me. Posh knob. <><><><><><><><> "Em, I'm so sorry," Jake whispered, and before I knew it, he pulled me into a hug. Breathing in his intoxicating smell eased the pain a little, as the warmth of his breath tickled my ear. "Oh God, I'm getting your sweater wet Jake," I mumbled pulling away a little. "I don't mind," he said, his strong arms pulling me back to him. "Wait, my mum will be wondering where-" "I've already texted her, she says it's fine." And with that, I finally relaxed in Jakes arms. <><><><><><><><> I see Jake differently now. I see the layer underneath the bad boy prick that didn't care for anyone, I see the shy and innocent side which he never usually exposes. And I think I'm fall-
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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. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; 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. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; 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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