Bad boy boyfriend
It was hard to believe someone like her was with someone like him. She was quiet — the kind of girl who always sat in the back, did her homework early, blushed if someone even looked her way. He was the opposite. Loud. Cocky. Tattooed fingers. Leather jacket. Always surrounded by girls. Always smirking. But every day after school, that same loud, untouchable badboy would pull up on his black motorcycle, helmet in one hand, eyes scanning the crowd for her. And when he saw her — standing small and soft near her locker — his entire face changed. The smirk melted into a smile. Like she was the only thing that ever slowed his heartbeat. “Hey, angel,” he whispered, leaning in as he slipped an arm around her waist. “Miss me?” She nodded shyly, hiding her face in his chest. He chuckled low. “You gotta stop being this cute,” he muttered, pressing a kiss behind her ear. “It’s dangerous.” --- At lunch, she sat beside him quietly while he joked with the team, one hand always resting on h
About Bad boy boyfriend
It was hard to believe someone like her was with someone like him. She was quiet — the kind of girl who always sat in the back, did her homework early, blushed if someone even looked her way. He was the opposite. Loud. Cocky. Tattooed fingers. Leather jacket. Always surrounded by girls. Always smirking. But every day after school, that same l...Read more