He hissed as the alcohol touched his bleeding wound and he grabbed my hand. His touch ignited a flame and I knew that later I might have to treat myself for burns. "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" I asked, softly. I tried to calm my breathing as I did so, he was so close. The years that I spent staying away from his kind weren't paying off.
"No," He retorted sarcastically, still holding onto my hand. "I hissed because I'm a snake. Of course that hurt, pumpkin."
His comment awakened several buried memories, but I ignored them and continued to work on his wound. "Could you please let go of my hand now?" I muttered.
He smirked and shook his head. "Do I scare you?" he asked, completely ignoring my question.
Even though he did scare me, he scared me completely biscuit-less, I rose my head up and shook my light brown waves. "Absolutely, not."
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Gemma Reynolds is an an overworked nurse and probably one of the most innocent and pure people you will ever meet. Her life consists of a simple and constant routine, wake up early, workout, go to work, eat , sleep and listen to her mother criticize her about not having a boyfriend or husband. She has always been hidden in the shadows and even in high school she preferred to stay away from anyone living or breathing, especially Mr. Wyatt Evans.
When Wyatt comes into the hospital battered, bruised and bleeding, one night, Gemma is to take care of him. Through several long nights at the hospital, dangerous hide outs and intricate explanations, Gemma figures out that there is more to life than her simple routine and maybe nursing the bad boy isn't as bad as it seems.
[THIS IS A REWRITTEN VERSION OF THE OG]
*** WARNING: Contains extremely triggering and mature content in almost every single chapter in this book, read at your own discretion. ***
"That's not a fair deal." She whispered, more to herself than to me.
"I know."
"Sleep over but with no sex?"
"No sex." I confirmed.
She pursed her lips together and clenched her hands on the sides of the cabinet. Her eyes flitted over to the remains of two lines of ket. There was still a dusting of powder on the side.
"Fine."
One word. It was a miracle. I was certain she'd say no, but I'd wanted to try anyway.
"No one can know." She reaffirmed.
But as soon as those words were out she scraped the remaining powder onto her finger pads and snorted it.
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Cassie Moore is a walking mystery, but the ghosts of her childhood are neither glamorous nor intriguing.
She is broken, and the perpetrator stays hidden in plain sight, taunting her with her very existence everyday at school.
And one day, it all comes to a climax and her entire world shifts.
This is a beautiful romance between two people who love each other more and more every day that goes by. Two people who better each other, a boy who sets a girl free. This is a journey between a girl and her emotions that are continually working against her. This is a tale of how two misfortunate people grow out and with each other in adversity.