Kidnapped By The Bad Boy

Kidnapped By The Bad Boy

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His breath fanned my lips and his ocean blue eyes stared at me. He cupped my face and I immediately felt the heat rising up to my cheeks. He came closer and pressed his lips on mine catching me off guard. I kissed him back. Tangling my hands in his soft brown hair. Wait, what was I doing? No! This was not right I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away, looking into his lust filled eyes. "Sorry, I can't do this." I say and run off. ************************************************************************* Emily Winters is your typical nerd. Big clothes and nerdy glasses. No popularity, no social status except for one friend. Jason Evans is a normal player. V-necks and six packs. Most popular, highest social status and millions of friends. What happens when they are together? What all can happen because of one dare? Well it's going to be one heck of a journey to remember! Enjoy & Vote Snehasarah94© xoxo
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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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