Love is way too confusing

Love is way too confusing

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"I hate you Damon Johnson! I hate you!" I felt the hot tears form in my eyes and steam down my cheeks as I tried to lie to the boy that I so desperately loved. He walked fast toward me and got close to me. I could easily smell the mint gum scent that fanned my face. His cologne danced in the air as he grabbed my wrist. "Damon! Stop! Let GO!" I struggled and attempted to free myself but all I could think about is how his muscles flexed wildly as the seconds past. God he's hot. "You don't hate me, you love me Jo." He smirked and got closer , if he moved even slightly we would be kissing. I stared straight into his eyes, those dark almost black eyes that would make any girl week in the knees. I got shivers down my spine as he snaked his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. It seemed as if he was about to kiss me, when he let go and stormed down the hall and out the school doors. Leaving me utterly shocked, but mostly disappointed. "YOU LOVE HIM?!" Brayden's shocked and hurt voice sprang into my ears making me want to die.
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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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