ThE BaD BuT PeRfEcT CoMbO

ThE BaD BuT PeRfEcT CoMbO

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'' Awww, Poor little Jazzmen wants to play a game!'' Ryan spoke In a teasing tone breathing the deadly smoke from his cigarettes out into the cold night air. I chuckled and bit my bottom lip. Feeling brave I stepped towards him so our bodies were touching, every part of our bodies touching and whispered '' The games already started on my account, so catch up! '' He looked at me, taken back by my sudden bravery and stopped laughing. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth I took a swig at it before catching his eye. I have to do something that he would never believe a good girl would do. After breathing the smoke out I grabbed the back of his head to make it look like I was about to kiss him. Captivated by his electric blue eyes I moved closer? He moved closer I moved closer He move closer I wanted to kiss those red cherry lips of his so bad but I wanted to win. I moved closer one final time so our lips were so close to touching, I could smell his minty breath. With one touch of his lips, sent butterflies to my stomach. I stepped back and said '' Im not your everyday good girl.'' Proud with his shocked look I turned around and walked home Jazzmen: 1 Ryan: 0
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His voice is low with what he says next, "I love you Gracie" my voice hitches down my throat. "And I understand this is not what you want to hear now, remember the first time we met?" He holds each side of my head. I nod, "yes in that low lighted room at the party, it was September fifth and the time was around eleven twenty-nine pm" strangely I have the whole day memorized because of how I replayed the scene. He lets out a light chuckle and I drop my hands down, "na the first time we met was at camp. You also told me our kiss was your first" My mind runs back to that 'kiss' I had forced myself to forget, "you're that Aaron" my eyes are perplexed. "We sat around the campfire, we were given such weak dares" we both laugh at the memory "Your dare was to kiss me and you were really shy about it but all I could think of was, 'wow this gorgeous ginger is about to kiss me'" his laugh is so calm, soft and melodic. I pull his neck down so quickly that he doesn't get the time to adjust to what is going on. "And this ginger is about to kiss the fuck out of you again" I run my fingers viciously through his hair. **** {Started: January 2021} {Ended: December 2021} (#3 in rich kids) (#65 in diversity)

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