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"You smell so good" He murmurs against my skin causing me chills. He returning to my neck to kiss it as he slips my shirt over my arms.

This scares me even more.

His wet kisses began to descend from my neck to my clavicle, while his hands were still clinging to my hips, but still I kept thinking about what he said a few seconds ago; it was so strange, I want to know what he meant by that.

Suddenly he separates from me a few centimeters and his caresses give way, letting me breathe. He watches me closely from head to toe and I couldn't feel more uncomfortable.

A small growl comes out of his mouth before he chews a—: I like you... so much.

Does he likes me? So he wasn't disappointed in what he saw, he liked it, but I shouldn't be happy about it. It's not something I should feel good about. It was much better not to like him, so he would leave me alone because I don't think he wants to mess with someone he doesn't like, do I?. . . So, is it good or bad? It feels good to say that, but I d