The bad boy and his guitar

The bad boy and his guitar

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jul 14, 2016
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Romance
Picture this: You perfectly fine about how you look and are (even if you now you're a dork) but than this guy completely change that with just one look at you. You feel like you're on clouds and nothing can touch you and there are just 1000 butterflies in your stomach; but then you realize who you are and you think that you couldn't stand a chance, but what if you do? And what if this guy isn't the guy you taught him to be?...
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Just your basic 'He's the bad boy and she's the girl next door', type of story. Okay, Maybe not. It's more like 'He's a crazy, violent, anger prone lunatic and she's the girl next ward', but hey, they're pretty much the same thing, right? Wrong. -------------------------------- He leans in closer so I can feel his warm breath fanning across my face. "Why?" I ask softly. Staring into his eyes, urging him, begging him to spill all his deepest, darkest secrets. He gives me a half smile. "Because, you fascinate me." He says shortly. I'm lost for words, he's so close now I can almost taste the scent of his spearmint breath. I gulp. Slowly he raises a hand and cups the side of my face gently. "You, wear insanity like an accessory, you make it lust worthy and desirable. That's why." -------------------------------

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