Story cover for A Girl's Guide to Guys and God. by akzimm22
A Girl's Guide to Guys and God.
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    Time 31m
Ongoing, First published Jan 14, 2016
Let's face it, every teenage girl I know wants to be loved, told she's pretty, fell like a princess. In these pages you will find that the love and affection you seek may not be in the hands of a man.. but maybe the hands with scars on them. The hands that healed nations, made the blind see, the deaf hear, and eventually carried a cross.
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33 parts Ongoing

As I was opening the door, a hand fell on mine, shutting it back. I could feel his presence behind me and I let out a shaky breathe. Then his face was next me. "Are you avoiding me?" He whispered. I quickly shook my head. _______________________________________ I stopped in my tracks when I saw who was sitting on his motorcycle waiting for me outside. I gasped. He looked up from his phone and grinned. "Y-you waited." He shrugged. "How else would you have gotten home. I wanted to make sure you were okay." "But your extra classes-" "Forget it, I was late anyway, princess." He took my hand to help me onto the bike. He sat down as well an I was already grabbing him tight. I can't let go of someone like him. ___________________________________________ "What?" I breathed out. I felt heated breaths on my face which startled me. Instantly, my eyes fell open. Quentin was gazing down at me... but not at me? How do I write this? It was like he was dazed a bit, staring down at something else attached to my face. And that 'something else' was very close to HIS 'something else'. I don't remember who pulled away faster, me or him.