He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to
mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He
hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she
does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under
his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad
attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave
his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction
toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe
it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's
because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And
she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He
grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good
ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.