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COMPLETED [Spin off to Breaking Free and part of the Mending series] Can be read as a stand-alone novel. And I beg you, please. Don't tell me you love me if you're going to leave. *** "You could never hate me," He lets out gruffly, his hand reaching out to trace my cheek, sending electric sparks up my spine. "And why not Justin Grey?" I ask raspily, tilting my chin up so my eyes meet his again. He gives me that panty-dropping smirk and leans in close, so close that our lips almost brush with every word he spoke. "Because you like me too much. And you want me to kiss you," He whispers and I go to object, but he places a calloused finger against my lips. "Just know this Lilly; when I kiss you you're mine." *** [artwork on cover is not mine, full credit to its owner] Highest Rank: 931 in Teen fiction December 20, 2016 Edited
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Underage

I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch. "I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face." "Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?" "Besides scaring you shitless?" "You didn't-" "Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers." *** It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months. It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical. It's a game with no rules. And they seem to be breaking them all. Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts. #4 in New Adult [COMPLETED]

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