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I present my story to the draft Addicts Valentine Scripture. It's super cheesy, and I warn you hehehe.
I present my story to the draft Addicts Valentine Scripture. It's super cheesy, and I warn you hehehe.
The smell of wet grass that winter morning enveloped the park. Surprisingly, despite being in winter, the sun temple with its hot mantle to people who had decided to go for a walk. The children ran and laughed all over and I looked at the time for the third consecutive ... Beatriz had promised to arrive before eleven, and were almost thirty ... He snorted and looked up ... I saw him approaching me, not me I thought ... I wanted to hide, but he had already seen me ... Angel approached me with a smile, wearing a blue rose in his hand, adorned with a nice white paper with red hearts.
I felt a sharp pinch in the stomach, if it was not just had crossed two or three sentences to him, say they were pure jealousy seized me. I looked at both sides, praying that Bea appeared at once, or otherwise, such a catastrophe occurred that would prevent that guy had me completely crazy since last year could come close enough to see my dress. I looked down and saw my pink tracksuit and my sporting blue, this morning I was not too careful to get my hair in a ponytail, what the hell! With my water bottle and my mp3 in hand, all I wanted to leave home was to see the bitch of my friend who was late as ever, to come together as every Saturday in our morning jog.
- Hello beautiful ...
looked up and there it was, I looked at both sides to make sure that sentence was totally and completely directed towards me. He was very handsome and athletic, skinny jeans, sporting black to match his black shirt, tight, curves guess leaving his chest and abdomen.
- Hello - I think I whispered, my voice did not go because I had gotten so colors throat was burning.
- Happy Valentine's Day.
- Eeee ... "Valentine's Day? - God, how stupid! ... Who did not know that today is February 14, day of the eternal love ... I had hoped so much that he would remember me this day ... I had dreamed of how it came in the classroom five minutes before class starts and he was writing in his notebook. Suddenly there was a deafening silence, perhaps caused by my shirt and my denim miniskirt and red boots, which had chosen that morning ... my hair was less rebellious than ever, and my makeup light brought out the green of my eyes.
then Angel leaves on the desk you have in your hands and gets up slowly ... It was addressed to me ... a little shy perhaps, but he could find his smile, before downing the hands and pose a tender kiss on my lips ...
- Eeeooo ... Are you there? ¾ I suddenly realized I had missed in my paranoia, escaping from reality ... Ángel fun laughing, his eyes looked more blue under sunlight and certainly tempered my heart that look ... I looked the rose in her hand. "A pity, sure that this flower is for any class pretty silly, I thought.
- Sorry Angel ... Happy Valentine's Day ... Well? Where is your love?
- Do not you know? ¾ so mischievous smile, really getting nervous. He sensed that I was kidding.
- Sorry, ¾ bowed my head .- T engo to go, I stayed with Bea to go jogging.
I got the wall surrounding the park, ready to go, but I felt his hand grab my arm.
- Bea not coming - whispered, hardly understand him. I looked at him with the idea that this guy had nothing better to do than to tease me that Saturday morning, waiting for his girlfriend. Then I noticed that her cheeks were flushed. Adriana, this is for you - handed me the blue rose. Among small green plants around it, there was a ladybug-shaped toy, red, which carried a small heart and seemed happy to oblige. I looked at the pink and then at him, somewhat incredulously. Bea began to understand that had allied with him.
- Uh, eeeeh ...
Angel I took the bottle from her hand and leaned against the wall, then rose and mp3. I looked for a moment, wrapping her blue eyes.
- If not now, I will never do ... I from before the summer, wanting.
His hands began to gently grab my face, my heart raced like a madman before it happened ... His lips rested on mine, wet, hot ... In less than a minute, your tongue and mine exploring and caressing each other, joining hands and hearts under that bright sun February 14.
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