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My hand was still in pain. I'd slapped the jerk in the face with all my power. I kept running till I arrived at the art school and slumped on a bench. What was the matter with me? And what was the matter with him?
Even if I tried to ignore it, the man was a walking dreamboat. He was much taller than my 5'8" height. Probably 6"4. His stunning appearance, tanned skin, and dark hair were enough to make any sensible woman want to hurl herself at him. However, if only he had not been such a jerk. He was unlike any other man. At the thought of that lengthy drawn-out kiss, a flush crept up my cheeks. The way his lips brushed against me. I could still detect his scent.
I felt a tremble run up and down my spine just thinking about it. I said to myself, 'No.'
'Why am I thinking this way?' I shouldn't be doing this. He kissed me without my permission. Instead of thinking about those deep blue eyes and muscled arms, I should be pressing charges. He had not followed me; I was sure of that. Despite that, I kept looking everywhere to check if he was still around. Rather, I was hoping he would have followed me.
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