Uncontrollable (Punk Luke Hemmings)
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MatureComplete Fri, Jun 20, 20147h 2m
His touch set a fire within me- an uncontrollable need to get myself closer to him.
But this was Luke- the Luke who had taken me higher than I ever thought I could be, then broke my heart all over again. I break away.
"Luke, we can't do this."
He smirks, that infuriating lip ring drawing up. "When are you going to get it through your head, Andy Clementine? You're mine, and I'm yours."
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