Burning Secrets

Burning Secrets

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They tell me I shouldn't be around him. They tell me I shouldn't talk to him. They tell me I shouldn't hang out with him. That he's bad news; dangerous. But what can I do? I live with him. ---------------------------------------------------------- They tell me I shouldn't be around her, I'll ruin her. They tell me I shouldn't talk to her, I'll hurt her. They tell me I shouldn't hang around her, That i'm bad news; dangerous even. But what can I do about it? I live with her.
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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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