Pretty, did he just call me pretty?! " You shouldn't pout it will give that pretty face winkles." came his voice with a soft touch of his hand on my cheek. " Aw, there is nothing pretty about me. You are obviously mistaken." I say trying to keep from shuddering at the fell of his skin. " No, you are . . . how can you not see it in yourself to at least call yourself pretty?" he asked and with a shake of his beautiful head. The Handsome bastard. " As I said before you are mis--. I was cut off from his lips smashing onto mine. To soon they were gone as fast as they were upon mine and he was walking away. YOU STUPID BASTARD!All Rights Reserved
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