Flirt Friends

Flirt Friends

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"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" I almost yelled as the hot tears rolled down my cheeks. He just stood there, in front of me, staring at me. "Stop looking at me and..." Before I could say anything further, his hands held my face and in another second his lips were on mine. I stood there paralyzed, eyes wide open. This was not supposed to happen, we were just best friends. You're proving them right. Hey! My name is Paige and I'm almost 18. I love sarcasm and being invisible. But my best friend is pretty serious at getting me a boyfriend. Let's just hope I don't end up getting a bad boy as my best friend or maybe flirt friend. Sneak in to know more. Not a typical love story at all...Because he was more than my best friend but less than a lover.
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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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