He snarled and advanced on me, but then backed away and turned around. He ran his hands through his hair again, and I could see him breathing hard, the vein in his neck bulging. “I would never stop touching you,” he said, his voice almost tired. “And I would touch only you.” He turned and looked at me, and he was so beautiful I wanted to believe him. Raindrops started to fall again, lightning flashing across the sky, followed by thunder cracking overhead. Out of all the boys in school, Will was the biggest threat. Not because he was handsome or because he was one of the only ones who was ever
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