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For a moment, Chase didn't move. He'd never actually kissed anyone before, and all he could focus on for a second was how his first kiss had been ruined. By another guy! By a criminal! By a freaking murderer! That's when he pushed Shane away violently.
"W-what the hell!" he screamed, his face red with anger and embarrasement. Shane stumbled back a bit, but didn't fall, only making Chase more angry. He face flushed, and his breathing quickened in pace as adrenaline began to run through his body. He lifted his arm and lashed out, aiming for Shane's face. But Shane easily caught his wrist and stopped him mid-movement.
Haha! Jag kommer ligga uppe hela natten och läsa denna spännande romanen/novellen! Hej till att vara trött imon!
Hejsvejs! er al!
