The Bad Boy Is My Roommate

The Bad Boy Is My Roommate

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Will strided towards me until we were just a few inches apart. "Do you have a crush on me?" He whispered in my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine. I looked back at him tauntly and leaned in until our lips were only a few centimeters apart. "I want you." Will is the typical bad boy, who has his choice in girls. Unfortunately he wants a certain red-head. Gemma is the shy, sarcastic bookworm who wants to just graduate college with her degree and she's doing everything she can to avoid her feelings for a certain blue-eyed bad boy. What will happen when fate causes Will to kiss Gemma? Will they be able to live together peacefully? Deny the growing attraction between them?
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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