How He Broke My Heart
Troubled teenager, Emma Conway, recalls her past heartbreaks while handling her newest romantic interest over an honest, eye-opening summer by the beach.
"She's addictive, isn't she? God, I couldn't stay away from her, but just you wait. Soon you'll hate her-I did. We all did, and you will too. That's just how it is with Emma."
A single breath fans past my lips, and I think Brandon sees the begging in my eyes. He slowly moves towards me, all of his movements slow, giving me time to freak out and run away. But I don't, I stay put, I stay because no matter how hard to try to convince myself I don't like him, I do. I really do. Just seeing him gives me purpose in a way that makes waking up easier. A day without him feels like a waste. An hour without him feels like five. Kiss me, Brandon, I dare with my eyes, even though my body is so unsure. He comes so close to the point where I can lean in a little myself. His hand brushes past my cheek, weaving into my hair, his thumb pressing against the side of my face. The gentleness of it all is enough to trick me.
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