"Where are you going?" He called after me. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, dripping water the entire time.
I finally got to my car, and once I reached for the handle he grabbed my wrist and spun me around. I met his green eyes and crossed my arms. "Yes?"
He stepped forward, pressing his body against mine, backing me against my jeep. I suddenly felt warm in my drenched clothes. I bit down on my bottom lip, as red creeped into my cheeks.
"This would be easier, if you didn't keep walking away from me." His voice came out smooth and husky. He leaned down, his face advancing towards mine. In responce, I edged up, his body supporting my weight.
I was just simply waiting for our lips to meet, and while I was waiting I noticed; at this moment I was no longer pretending.
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Samantha-also known as Sam Brinner- is your normal teenage girl facing normal teenage girl problems. Her life seems okay and fairly managable until her best friend Emily somehow convinces her to go to a midnight Carnival. There, Sam meets the boy that flips everything around, Daniel. She thinks it was only a one time thing until she runs into him again, and again, and....again. Suddenly, they're the talk of the school, and to everyone else, their obviously in love. But what everyone doesn't know is that, they're only pretending.
But the question is, what happens when it stops being that way?
Willow's always been known as the good girl with the wealthy parents who could do no wrong. Little do they know that this seemingly perfect girl has some less than perfect secrets; and the fact that she's been sneaking out past curfew every night since the beginning of summer isn't the worst one.
Distancing herself from the people at school has become lonely, but everything changes when a group of bad boys that she meets after curfew one night transfer to her school and begin to take an interest in her; one even more than the rest. But will they be able to protect her when events from her past re-surface and begin to get her into more trouble than she ever wanted?
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We were a circuit, electricity flowing through us at every connection, every light touch igniting a heat that was exhilarating but dangerous. Like we could catch fire and burn to the ground at any second.
"Did you take your own advice? Did you ever forgive yourself?" I whispered, my words evaporating in the heat around us. He moved towards me, trapping me against the car door as his lips traced over my jaw, down to my neck.
"This," he whispered, his thumb tracing the waistband of my jeans, making my breathing falter. "Allowing myself to feel this happiness, to feel you...this is me forgiving myself." He kissed me, calming the raging storm in me and igniting a new one.
I wasn't sure which would cause more destruction, but I knew only one had pretty blue eyes and a effortless smile that could convince me it was all worth it. It probably was.