Good girl syndrome

He was perfection, with his tousled blonde hair which swept downwards to his forehead, his perfect gummy smile making his facial expressions look exquisite as she watched him joke around with his friends at the back of a worn down pickup truck. For a bad boy he sure seemed happy as he head-locked one of his friends. She slowly observed the dark ink scattered all over his arm, taking in how handsome and fearless he looked with them.
He was hanging out with the bad crowd, the scary group of people her step mum warned her to stay extremely far away from. He could snap her in half with just a wave of his fingers and she shouldn’t weirdly stare at him from behind these windows, but she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him as she watched him light a cigarette placing it in the middle of those thin lips of his.

Jason bartel was dangerous but Darcy slowly found herself wanting that danger.. before he turned to immediately meet her eyes feeling that someone was staring at him. The intensity of his gaze knocking a soft breath out of her as they locked eyes as he slowly gave her a smirk causing her to skin to erupt in shivers... the good kind.