Prologue

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"You're bad for me." I whisper breathlessly, looking into his bright green eyes.

Panting as well, he leans closer so our lips are almost touching. I could feel his chest rising up and down against mine, as he smirks, playing with my brown curls.

"Baby girl, if you really thought that I was bad for you, then why aren't you pushing me away?" He whispers.

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Sometimes a heart is like a mirror; once smashed it's very difficult to fix, and even then there are still some missing pieces.

He was like a flame. Beautiful, but dangerous. And if I got too close, I would get burned.