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Riptide
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I stood at the edge of the pier, watching as the waves fiercely crashed against each other. Salt water sprayed on the cement, drenching the bottom of my frayed jeans. I was thousands of miles away from home - yet still, my heart was content. For the first time in months, I felt truly happy. ~ ~ ~ After the tragic loss of her mother, Danielle Healey decides to attend college closer to her father and his newfound family. It is here where she meets Mason Turk, a man with big dreams and a troubled past. Almost instantly, the two develop an unspoken bond. Will that bond be strong enough to outlast Danielle's unaddressed emotional trauma and Mason's past? Or will the two simply become ships in the night?
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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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