

OneHe stopped at her door. The huge door looked so frightening, everything looked so new and exciting. Was this really what he wanted to do? Everything made sense yet strangly it actually made no sense at all. Like some scary dream, with lots of doors of possiblity.One
He could see her smile and smell her beautiful scent. Was it truly enough?
All he had to do was knock. Mabye once, for her to hear it or mabye twice just to be sure. He wanted to, really. But as he raised his hand, he couldn't. His limbs where frozen. Mouth left gaping. Was it fear of rejecting, mabye.
But she loved him, he was sure. So why was he so


LoveHis room smelt like lit cigars and old man stench. A musty book shelf and a rickety old bed lay on the far side. This was where Ian spent most, to all of his time. What a dump! His walls were covered with posters of bands, Id never heard of. One which was quite disturbing, I wont say what was on the picture. I began to realise why I had avoided Ians suggestions to study at his house or to come and just hang out. As soon as I had entered his house I felt as if I was in a horror movie. The long hallways with eerie pictures of old dead relatives, a huge dining table that you would have to shout at to hear the person you where dLove


SkyHis finger intertwined with mine. Feeling his warm breath reach the tip of my neck I could feel an adrenaline rush all the way from the tips of my toes. Locking my arms around his back I hung on for dear life. His touch was comforting but felt electric and dangerous. Like lighting. He swung me round and my hair tangled in his delicate fingers. Breathing deeply I reached for his mouth, touching it with my fingers, temping him. He leaned closer, and closer. All of a sudden I was exhausted, and my hormones and passion completely took over. Sweet, damp, amazing lips. Just one touch and I had to keep going. Comforting arms, he kept me warm as theSky
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