He moved closer to me, the alcohol apparent on his breath. "If not then can always have our own kind of party" he replied moving closer to me. His hands twitched like they wanted to touch me and it might just be the liquor talking but I wanted him to touch me to.
Slowly, I rubbed my hands down my thigh.
"You aren't dressed properly," i said removing his top revealing his well sculpted body.
I slowly dragged my finger down his abs but stopped as i noticed his breathing was getting heavier, more ragged.
He leaned down in my ear and whispered huskily "please don't start anything you're not sure you can finish."
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Miya thought she had life figured out but what will happen when she finds out just how wrong she was?When she meets a new boy things seem to go wrong. Her mom, her friends, her own morals. It seems everything is going against her. Who can she trust if she can't even trust herself?
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.