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Not Just Another Guy

Not Just Another Guy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Feb 18, 2016
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Romance
Lara is 19 years old but when she was 13 she met a guy, Blake, who was 16 at the time, she never really spoke to him because he was older for starters and a lot more popular than her. He was not only the guy giving her, her first kiss in a game of "7 minutes in heaven" but also the first guy she got in bed with... His world is different, his world is harsh and daring while her world seemed calm untill her father's secrets emerged... Will his very different kind of business come between them or will she love him no matter what horrible things he does and how badly their father's want eachother dead? She wants the secrets to stop, she wants the heartache to dissapear and then she finds herself in bed with 'trouble'....
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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. "Your tattoos are beautiful," 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. "I'm going to take a shower," 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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