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For a minute my heart beats like mad, and I can almost hear myself screaming all the things I never really will.
Hopeless tease. I barely managed to trail behind his footsteps, which seemed oddly impatient. It didn’t feel as though I had anything left to tease him with.
Self-preservation. I hovered, my eyes flicking to his before pressing my lips to his again. The response was hesitant, but I reminded myself it was all the same.
I flashed my eyes open as the cold stone bit into my back; what he knew as love and hate circled together, almost as one. He was tormented and desperate, hardly seeing me as he took my mouth with his again. Although, maybe tonight, he truly wished he was blind.
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