The air crackled. Across the crowded room, Andrew, all 6 feet 2 inches of him, caught your eye."You done glaring at me, princess?"*he smirked. You scoffed. Later, when you had finish college he had you pinned against your bedroom wall. *"Still mad?"he whispered, lips brushing your ear."Shut up and kiss me."His mouth crashed into yours, hands everywhere, heat rising."Told you,"he breathed,"you only hate me until I touch you."Outside, he's your enemy.In secret? Your addiction.
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