My Step-Who?! (DISCONTINUED)

My Step-Who?! (DISCONTINUED)

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What the hell is touching me-?! Then I realised. "EW FORD! Is that your-?" I saw him smirk and nod; Okay, I wouldn't mind him being in the tub with me, but that's just plain wrong! "You like?" I saw his smug look, instantly I felt like punching his face in, "No, I don't! Get it away from me!" I splashed some water on him as he started to laugh at my reaction. "MWAHAHAHA, TICKLE TOES!" He put his foot up and started to wiggle his toes to show me that it was his foot which was touching me, I swear I could feel my jaw drop.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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