Rooming With Evan

Rooming With Evan

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"Can it ever be the same Evan?" I ask softly, snuggling farther into his chest. My arms tighten around him, not wanting to let go. He shakes his head no, "Never." A tear rolls down my cheek as he softly pulls himself off of me and looks down at me. He takes his hand and wipes away my tear, brushing my lips than surprises me by grabbing my cheek. Evan moves his other hand and grabs my waist. "Its gonna be so much better." And with that his lips were on mine and the fireworks set off in my stomach. ♡♡♡ Skylar is a goody-two-shoes, never drank, nor smoked, while Evan does that everyday. He's the leader a gang. The most feared gang. Secrets unravel, and heart break is unleashed. Nothing will ever be the same when Skylar knows about his past, but will they stay with each other and learn to except or leave each other for good? (A/N- WARNING!! This is my first book so please understand, its not going to be perfect, nor is it edited so please just tell me if I need to fix something.)
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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