What's Her Name Again?

What's Her Name Again?

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Let me tell you a story about a girl who finally finds herself. Her name was Maia, Maia Sullivan. She seemed like the average high school loner. She was obviously smart, but not one of those crazy brainiac girls. For the most part she was quiet and kept to herself, she had friends but not many. Mostly she just liked to hide behind the shadows and out of the cross hairs of those dangerously rude popular girls. That is until one day she ran smack into one, at the worst time possible. Ps. This is the first thing I've ever written it probably sucks but oh well. Feel free to comment and give suggestions. Well of anyone ever reads it.
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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