Haunting

Haunting

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"Oh my god.. what have I done", Hannah cries. She wiped her tears from her cheek and hurriedly grab her clothes that were scattered on the floor. She took a glance at the boy who is still snoring at the other side of bed. A pang of guilt rushes in her adrenaline when she grabbed her phone and saw 12 missed call from her boyfriend. "I hate you for this" she mutters and left the room immediately. Does Hannah really hated him? Or the one night stand haunts her forever. The taste of his lips lingers around her and she missed them so much. -- "We can't keep seeing each other like this" Hannah whispers. "I know" he replies and kiss her hard. She pulled him away, panting "What if people find out?" she asked. He cocked his eyebrow and smirk. "Let them find out" he whispers and licked her neck, teasing her.
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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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