I'm always here

I'm always here

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, feb 9, 2016
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Romance
17 year old Skye James is going to hollywood with her best friend, Jess Bradford. Skye is going there to help pursue her career in modelling. Her and Jess are staying in a fancy hotel, when she heard a knock at the door. It was the porter Shawn. Skye felt like her heart was fluttering. A few days later Shawn knocked again wearing a white tee, black vans and ripped jeans, she couldn't help but notice his muscles, clinging to his tee. Shawn said he couldn't stop thinking about her, even though there meeting was only brief. He invited himself in, softly shutting the door, Skye stepped slowly towards him. Shawn wrapped his arm around her waist and gently pulled her towards him, only millimetres away from her face. He lent towards her, embracing her, kissing her...
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You have no idea how many times I found myself waiting for Riley to come over. But he never did. And I don't know why, but I found myself staring out my window... hoping he'll look out his window and smile at me like he always does... use to anyway. Then again; I missed his lips too. The lips I tasted way too much on Friday. The lips I'm craving to have on me. But they aren't even mine to have. And I feel like my world has slanted and like it's no where near me. Like I have to run an extra mile to make up for every step I should of took; for every step I should be taking. I can't help but wonder why he hasn't come by and apologize. Is he home? Is he with Marie? Does she know? Should I be scared or something? Is he mad at me? Or himself? I stood up and walked up to my full-length mirror that's attached to my closet door. I looked at my naked body. I passed my right hand over my belly. Flat. I raised my hand over my right breast. But I didn't touch it. Sigh. I turned to my side and looked at thigh and my butt. My butt sticks out a bit more than my thigh. As always. Nothing had changed. Just my feelings. My feelings about everything in my life. Suddenly, I felt anger.

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