Underestimated

Underestimated

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"Can you keep a secret?" He whispered quietly, mischief flashing in his eyes. Abby leaned in closer, smiling almost evilly. She rested her arms on the old oak table in between them. Stars glittered overhead and the moon was the perfect spotlight highlighting her sharp features. She had always wanted this; to be here with him and to listen to his secrets. It had been her dream for as long as she could remember. His face had been in her every dream, her every vision, her every thought; and now she was living it. "Better than you know." She whispered back, her weighted words slipping through her lips like silk. He smiled, his perfectly straight white teeth flashing brilliantly against his tan skin. He lean even closer, closing the distance between them until his mouth was at her ear. "You'll have to do better than that."
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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