I'm Yours || BWWM

I'm Yours || BWWM

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida sáb, jun 9, 20183h 37m
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[Completed] "Can I sit here?" A boy with dark brown hair asks as he rests his arm on the counter. She looks up into his green eyes, "Yeah go ahead." The boy takes a seat, ordering a cold beer. "You here alone?" He asks, taking a sip of his beverage. "Yeah, I needed a break from work." She smiled, then took a sip of her Manhattan. "Stressful day?" He turned his body, so he was facing her. She turned her head, "More like a stressful month." She let out a little laugh. "I hope it gets better for you." He grinned. "Thanks, I'm Aaliyah by the way." She smiled at the boy, who then smiled back, showing off his white teeth. "I'm Austin" [2016]
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When a girl gets a complete makeover, the hot guy is supposed to start liking her. Not Forrest Stephens. He merely gave me a once-over, said "nice outfit", and walked right past me. Maybe being his friend was the problem. But now that other guys started noticing me, he's gotten protective-demanding I don't date them without his permission, and touching me in ways that makes everyone think I'm off-limits. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Spencer," his caress over my name brought the smallest blush, the events of last night flashing through my mind like a movie. His knuckles brushed my cheek. Angling his head, he studied me, eyes narrowing in a way that was uncomfortably critical. "You're blushing," he noted. He was so close I caught a whiff of his wintergreen gum. In that moment I wanted to disappear. "I'm not," I denied. "You are," he countered, leaning in. "Your cheeks are pink. You're not into me-are you?" 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 #1 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 **WARNING: I WROTE THIS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. ONLY REVISED FOR READABILITY.** [Originally written 2008 on Quizilla & posted on Wattpad 2011]

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