Bad Boy Sammy
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"Shut up" he spat through his teeth.
"Don't even start telling me what to do, you know exactly right that all I'm saying is true!" I shot back at him.
He stepped forward towering over me, I felt his warm minty breathe against my forehead.
"Is it now?" Why did I suddenly feel so powerless?
His hand snaked around my waist pulling my body into his.
I gasped taken aback by his sudden action.
"What are you-" I started before his lips moulded into mine.
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