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I feel his burning gaze on me the whole time I am dancing with my friends. I too steal I few glimpses of him every few minutes. He is so hot and sexy, the scorching hot summer night does not help. Neither the music and the alcohol. I want his hands all over me, worshiping me like the way I deserve.
Frank Castle
I don't know what is wrong with me. I can't take my eyes off the girl at the table across from me. I took a trip to europe with a few old friends of mine, to take our minds off everything that went down lately. She looks so young for me, but that will not stop me. My mind has been wandering around all the things I will do to this pretty girl once i get alone with her. I shouldn't. But then again when did I do things I was supposed to?
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Borrowed Time, Borrowed Skin | Frank Castle
FanfictionHe was too old, carried too many ghosts, and had blood on his hands. She was only looking for a distraction in the wrong part of town. He knew better than to touch someone too young, too innocent, and entirely out of his realm. But in the quiet dark...
