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i'm going to live my life by the laws of how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds because it sounds You're a player; I'm ju st t o o stubborn to see it. When you do badly in a swim meet but so does the rest of your team. #we're all in XD - ok im still imagining baseball player jungkook *heart eyes*”. Yeah as. i heard you' player nice to meet you i'm the coach i just feel like itd be something nice for older players to do, especially since many of them did you know that, in your nice player house in Skyrim, inside of every single planter, there is an.
It took a while, but I eventually learned to trust them, and they took me in.
Ruth adopted me when I was sixteen. I only got a few years with her after that, but I cherish every one.
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She was an amazing woman. You said you came to the states as a high school freshman. What brought you here? I grew up with my mother and older brother. Our father abandoned us when I was very young.
The next part of the story never got easier, no matter how often he told it. She died quickly, and, as I had no other family nearby, the social worker contacted my father. He lifted his head and saw Emma watching him without any pity, just understanding, and it was a balm to his nerves. Having lost his appetite, he shoved the plate to the side, but felt compelled to continue his tale.
When he heard about Mum, he offered to take me in, even paying for my airfare. Dad had turned over a new leaf.
He had a new American wife and a little boy named Will. Pretty hard to get a judge to agree that living with my bachelor elder brother was a better situation. I was very angry. Dad had his perfect little family. I resented him for leaving us behind.
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His wife, Maria, was the person who saved me from myself. She has the patience of a saint, that one. She convinced me to visit a therapist, reconnected me with Liam, and even helped me make a plan to move back to the UK once I was legally an adult.
It was a very difficult time in my life, but playing sports helped tremendously. The routine and camaraderie with my teammates helped me get through. They moved down to Palm Beach, and Will is in college. We get together at holidays. They continued their conversation, staying as long as they dared before Emma had to leave to make sure Henry was home on time. When they parted ways, Killian felt lighter than he had in years. It was the night of the first game of the season. He seemed to understand and take her words to heart, but now it appeared as if nothing had stuck.
Henry was constantly looking toward the bleachers, distracted from the game. The Storybrooke Knights were down by a touchdown as a result. They were midway through the second quarter. She smoothed her short black hair and scrutinized her sister-in-law. Henry really likes him. I can see it in the way you look at him. I wonder why Coach Jones decided to wear black jeans instead of shorts.TYPES OF TUMBLR USERS
His jeans are blue? By that time the team was behind, Killian lingered at the sideline after they filed off the field, and Emma took a chance to step down from the bleachers and approach him. But we had such high hopes going into this game. Killian sighed in response and scrubbed his hand down his face. You think I want my son stressing out like this? This is about my team. This is a middle school football league. I am not worried about winning or losing, so long as they all put in their best effort.
And Henry is not doing that right now. She really wished alcohol was allowed at these events. Unable to drink, she did the next best thing and trudged up the bleachers to yell at her ex for being so late.
They did not win their first game, but Henry improved in the second half. He was becoming a more conscientious player, although his father attending the entirety of their practice games was the most likely cause of his improvement. Killian still worried about how Henry would react if Neal suddenly returned to his old ways. If he was honest with himself, Killian also missed Emma. After admiring her from afar for so long, it was painful now to not have the ability to further explore their potential relationship.
He longed to apologize to her for his behavior that night. After ruminating on these thoughts in his office one night, long after school ended, he decided to get out of his own head and go for a drink. Killian tried not to drink often. He had a bad history with alcohol, which at one point had nearly lost him his college scholarship. He stepped into his favorite establishment, the Rabbit Hole, and approached the bar. Just as he was about to take the first empty stool, he saw her.
She looked as beautiful as ever, her golden tresses framing her face and accentuating her high cheekbones. A spot was open next to her, and he made his way over before he could think too much about it. She looked up at him, and he could not read the expression in her eyes. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she opened her mouth to respond.
I am sorry for the things I said. I let my temper and my frustration get the better of me. I think we both got a little carried away. He knows more about the sport. He wanted to put the blame on you and go complain to the principal at first, but I talked him down from that, and he finally agreed to start attending scrimmages. I just hope you are right. He does love his son. I regret not taking the chance when I had it.
Although he was trying to be a gentleman, that simple touch went straight to his groin. He stifled a moan. Instead, he mustered a cheeky grin and tilted his glass toward hers. They were trying to remain undetected, but doing a poor job of it judging by the sounds they were making. Their heads tilted and the kiss deepened, the firm press of his lips to her own fueling her fantasies of what else he could do with that mouth.
They parted to pull in some much needed breaths, before his sinful lips began to mark a trail down her neck. His hands pulled her hips into his own. His head fell back and he groaned in frustration. A cold snap had finally come, and she was wearing a light sweater under her favorite red leather jacket.
She situated herself so she was straddling my lap, my back pressed against the lockers.
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As I began sobbing, she wrapped her hands gingerly around my head, pulling me to her chest. Even though she was on top of me, I felt like she was the one who was protecting me. I let my body lean into her and, after a few minutes, my sobbing ebbed away.
I looked up at her, my tear-stained face probably looking blotchy as hell. My grip on her tightened, pressing her body even closer, if that was possible, to me.
I memorized the way she felt against me. Her soft curves caressed my bare torso in the most heavenly way and I closed my eyes in pleasure. She placed a kiss to the top of my head, rubbing circles on the back of my neck gently with her fingernails. Her ministrations to my neck faltered for a moment and I thought I felt her shiver.
Was it because of the way I was holding her to me? She was far too good for me, and way out of my league. Still her words stunned me. I looked up into those ethereal eyes of hers again, knowing that if I wanted to know what she truly desired I would have to look into her eyes. Her eyes had betrayed her on so many occasions.
Like when I asked if she wanted more ice cream as we hung out at my place, and she refused but I gave her more because there was no mistaking the want in her eyes. Or when we watched movies at her place and even with a pile of blankets on her, she was still cold. I asked her if she wanted me to cuddle her to warm her up and of course she shook her head with a bashful grin.
I cuddled her anyway, because her eyes told me, dared me to come closer. And I knew by the contented sigh she let out after I did that she wanted it. I sneaked a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down, stopping as she was centimeters from my lips. We shared one glorious moment. It was fleeting but it felt like we stayed frozen there for years.
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My body shook with pleasure as her warm palms dragged down my naked, firm chest to my abdomen. I loved this side of her that was showing itself, the side of her that took what she wanted. Oh god, I needed more of her. I wanted to swallow her whole. She was so sinfully enticing, so heavenly pleasurable to feel against me.
They were greedy with the need to feel her. They traveled down her arched back, stopping just above her ass. My hands flew to her ass, grabbing the soft, but firm cheeks, and giving them a hard squeeze. Her lips parted from mine, as her head lolled back slightly in pleasure and a raspy moan flew from her lips.
Her nails—those fucking nails—scratched me hard, leaving angry red marks on the skin above my sport shorts. Pleasure and pain made me capture her lips again, gently asking for entrance again to the hot cavern of her mouth. She obliged immediately, and I ran my tongue over hers, tasting like I was starving, her minty tasting tongue fighting against mine for dominance. I always did find her stubbornness sexy. Her fingers started playing with the waistband of my shorts, and I forced myself to open my eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth hanging open slightly, still wet from our tongue war. No, it was when she raked her eyes over my nude torso, to look at me. Her pupils were large and her irises were darkened by lust. She was giving me full-on bedroom eyes. I was certifiably driven insane by her. Her eyebrows were raised, and she cocked her head to the side. The tone of her voice was so innocent, too innocent, while also thick with lust and desire.
The combination of the two was too much for me. But I wished I could listen to her talk to me all the time that way. Her voice was already naturally sexy, but that.