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I let my feet hang off of the edge of what once was a boat, my toes lightly skimming the top of the deep blue water. The sun was intense, burning the back of my skull demanding to be felt. The salty air flows through my hair, blanketing over my pale skin. The sight of what once was a beautiful place, now a forbidden hideaway.
~I wrote this for english 9~
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I watched the water drip down his nose and onto his beautiful full lips. I craved the warmth of his touch. The rush of our connection. Regardless of how wrong it would be. I couldn't resist it any longer. I stepped closer, covering the flush of his cheeks with my hands to feel their heat and pressed my lips firmly against his until it hurt. Dylan gripped my waist and pulled me into him, sealing the space between us. I secured my arms around his neck, brushing my fingers through his soft, luscious hair. I didn't allow anything else to matter. Not the voice that told me this was wrong. Not the guilt. Not the warning that crashed through my head. I pushed it all away and let the desperate craving take over.
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