Falling
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"Rosalie, i know you've hated me from the start and you may thought i was a player-", yeah you are! i said in my brain but he continued "and the truth is that i was but when i met you in that café, my world stopped and i know its cliché but hear me out" i listened carefully for his next words. "You've showed me that you've changed when you invited out on a date" i giggled when i remembered our first date. He smiled at me so i continued "And well, i just hope that you wont hurt me-" i was about to say more but he cut me off. "I PROMISE I WONT HURT YOU!" he said as he bent his head down. "What are you doing, get up" so he did and he looked at him. God this boy will be the death of me. ----- Rosalie Kim was your average collage girl, what will happen when she meets the most playboy guy in NYC?
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