wicked || harry styles || a.u.
"'You are...' I stammer to find the right words. He grins at me, cocking his head to the side. I freeze and all my muscles tense when he presses his fingertips into my biceps. The eyes staring at mine are darker than I've seen any before, the deep green only a thin ring around the wide black circles. Hot air runs down my neck in a way that raises goosebumps on my skin, makes me flinch. His skin on mine burns, fingertips like fire. He leans down and positions his mouth beside my ear, making me shiver when his lips brush against my cheek. 'Wicked?' Anger stirs in my stomach. Wicked." ~excerpt, wicked. © 2014 WhoaLarry -M
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