๐ค hate to love
๐ forbidden romance
๐ค college romance
๐ football romance
๐ค emotional damage
๐ angst
โDonโt play with me,โ I hiss, grabbing her other hand to stop her from touching me before I do something stupid. Something Iโd probably regret.
Her brow arches up. โOr what?โ She moves closer, her warm breath touching my skin. โWhat are you going to do, Wentworth?โ
โYouโre playing with fire,โ I whisper, my fingers tightening around her wrists. โYou do realize that?โ
Those blue eyes turn molten. Her gaze drops down to my lips. My throat turns dry as I watch her tongue slide out and trace the curve of that full lower lip as she slowly, oh so slowly, turns her gaze back to me. โMaybe I like the burn.โ
Before I know what Iโm doing, I have her pressed against the nearest tree, her arms pinned above her head. She lets out a breath of air before my mouth crashes over hers.
This is bad, bad, bad.
But does it stop me from kissing her?
Fuck no.
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