The Boy Next Door [on hold]

The Boy Next Door [on hold]

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. My eyes fluttered shut, and his warm lips pressed against mine. I kissed back, gladly. His lips moved hungrily against mine, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. His warm hand was on my waist, just under my shirt. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I gladly opened my mouth to let him in. His taste was intoxicating, his scent making me crave more. I wrapped my legs around him, and he picked up. His hand on my ass, his other in my hair, he was carrying me. He pulled away slightly, and I lifted the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it on the floor.
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"Hell no. You don't get to just barge back into my life and tell me who I can and can't date." "Well, then, you must have lost your fucking mind, in the time that I was gone, if you think I'm just gonna do nothing about that." "Do nothing about me dating? Who are you, my father?" I questioned, turning to walk away from him. I was sick of talking to him and going in circles. "You're actually a child." "No, I'm a grown ass man, Iza. I just don't like the idea of other boys touching you." "Fuck you and your ideas." I turned, narrowing my eyes at him and flicking him off with both hands. "I wish I could shove them down your throat, so you can taste the bullshit in them." "There's something I wish I could shove down your throat, too, but I respect you." ~ • 𓆉 • ~ 𓆉 • ~ 𓆉 Eleven years of friendship. Four years of silence. Wren Adams vanished without a word, leaving Isabella Hughes furious, heartbroken, and so done. Or so she thought. Now he's back and more cocky, than ever. Reckless, with tattoos, maddeningly gorgeous...and worse? He thinks she's his to screw with. Their fights are louder, the tension's thicker, but there's a single secret that's darker and has everything to do with Wren's disappearance. They're ex-best friends, unknowingly carrying a secret so heavy it holds the unforeseen state of their friendship in its vice grip. But will they let it destroy them, or make them stronger, than before? ~ • 𓆉 • ~ 𓆉 • ~ 𓆉 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬𝟒𝟕 _________________________________________

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