Cold-hearted Lover
Chapter 13 We waited in silence until he looked up and said "as you can see I don't like to talk about my mum.
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Chapter 13 We waited in silence until he looked up and said "as you can see I don't like to talk about my mum.
Don't do this to me You know this can't be I have him who loves me You have her to go see Stood against the wall Your body so tall Your hands either side From you I want to hide The beating of my...
Chapter 11 He looked down at his hands ashamed of what happened. His eyes glistened as tears threatened to spill over. As suddenly as that he got up and went out the room.
You were there. Staring at me. Wishing you were here. Cause that's where I wanted you to be. I was lost in those eyes. I forgot about now. It was nice. Till I got caught somehow. No knock on the door.
You're drunk again aren't you. No need to reply with a lie. I can tell by the way you're acting... And the way that you try It on. You know I don't feel the same.
What I feel. Can't be right. Yet I feel it. Every night. Only known you. For a while. You're sexy. And you make me smile. It's black and white. Clear to see. We are treading. Carefully. For there is.
Always thinking of you, Yet I don't know what to think. Always wanting to see him by chance, But looking away when he glances back.
You tease me so, won't let me go, Tender lips caressing salty hips, But it's just a fantasy, Set apart from reality, Just a spark from a look, And suddenly I was hooked, A wink and a touch, It just...
Harry came running towards me and snatched me up for a hug.
When we got to the hospital waiting room I sat as far away from Jason as I could. The man we-sorry, I-, had found was rushed straight to one of the emergency rooms.
His mouth gaped, eyes widened. I looked away again. Heather was mortified. He still held my wrist, tight. He wouldn't let go. The harder I pulled, the tighter his grasp.
He's like a brother to me. How. Well, we do everything together, tell each other everything, and always know how the other one feels. Why. How can you ask that.
I went with such anticipation, fear and suspense to their house that fateful day. But I also had hope. It was forlorn.
Marcus had gone out of the room, trusting me that I won't kidnap Harry and sneak of with him in the sunset, half an hour had been up.
Always the vultures Circling, searching. These two, In secret bliss, The hidden prey. Sheltered, just for now. Both painfully aware, Avoiding detection; Casual denial and blushing cheeks.
Oh no!. The fight begins The nails dig in As I'm dragged And gagged The war I'm left sore We're fighting I'm biting Pulling out my hair Don't you even Care!!. Eww.
We are talking over. Making no sense. Shouting out points. Talk of disappoints. We are walking over. Breaking a defence. Jabbing with jibes. Slamming doors. We want no more. Of words that hurt.
Push, pull, push, pull. It is what you want. Who are you trying to fool. Push, pull, push, pull. All I want is your love, though I know I look too cool. In, out, in, out.
The next time I woke up Adam wasn't there. The few days after that were a blur, waking up and then slowly slipping back into darkness.
My heart was throbbing with fear. This was not the first time I had been attempted a kidnap, but it WAS the first time I was on my own.
I spent the whole day hiding behind my Ray Bans. It was a Sunday, and as the name promises, the sun was out on this fine Summer's day.
In an attic room, high above the bustling streets of the Unknown City, a single, naked, light bulb hangs limply from the ceiling over a large wooden desk.
I didn't go into school the next day. It was a month since my aunt died, so I just lay in my room all day. I didn't want to have to face the world when I felt so weak inside.
He lent against the railings, letting the sea breeze blow over him, clearing his thoughts and soothing his headache.