He strides closer, his eyes focused intently on me. I stumble backwards, feeling the cold wall press against my back.
He stops inches away from me, forcing me to stare at his dark brooding eyes. I was enthralled by them, luring me in.
"What are you doing?" My throat went dry as I spoke, his figure closing in. His scent made it even harder to think straight, a mix of fresh pine and smoky wood was all I could breath in.
He doesn't answer and leans in closer to me, I could've gotten lost in his eyes, he tilted his head as the light shadowed the side of his face.
"You amuse me, Abby" He whispered. His lips grazing my cheek. I stood there, stunned by our proximity.
He pulled back slowly, staring, unflinching. "Don't go looking too deep, you'll regret it once you find what I'm hiding" I heard the door close, and he was gone once I regained my sanity.
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He was fire to my soul, his touch an electric cold shiver to my skin, and his eyes were the most troubled I could ever find.
The way his eyes gazed at me, they held forbidden secrets. I was curious to what made him so closed off to the world, so twisted and cruel. I was drawn to him than anyone I've ever encountered, a man with a brutal past and a forgotten heart.
They told me to stay away, but I didn't listen.
They said my curiosity would kill me, then let that be the end of me.
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He's everything she hates. A rich, arrogant, cocky playboy. She should be repulsed by him, but from the first moment she met him face to face, her heart of ice ineluctably set on fire.
He had one mission. Something he had struggled for his entire life. Something that he was so determined to do, he once believed there nothing that could stand in his way. He should have known better.
Nothing that you long desperately enough for comes without a price. But what price do you have to pay when you start to spend a little too much time around the one you were born to despise.
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"I don't have anything to bribe you with, only my own words. Tell me, how will you ever be free if you do not take a risk every once in a while?"
"I take risks."
"You may take risks that give you freedom from your life, but I have a feeling this risk is a little different on many levels, correct me if I'm wrong."
I began to think, did one single day really matter? Maybe it would help, maybe it was all I needed to stop thinking about him.
"Make the most of it as it will both the first and the last time you are taking me to lunch, let alone ever seeing me again."