Colour Me Alive

Colour Me Alive

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UNDERGOING EDITING! :) "He is light, while I'm covered in darkness. He is fighting it away from me, saving me from myself." *** There are three things that keeps Liesla going: One, her beautiful daughter. Two, her dream to become a well-known artist. And three, creating art on others-tattooing. Liesla's life has never been easy but, that hasn't stopped her from always wanting to achieve her goals and dreams. With a dark past behind her, a daughter to provide for, and a once in a life time opportunity, Liesla takes the chance and moves to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She braces herself to a new start, a new beginning away from everything that has kept her behind. What she isn't expecting is a tattooed guy who is too curious for his own good. *** This story may contain some mature language and content. Weekly updates :) ➵Highest rank: #11♥
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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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