



Please kill me.
He was wrong and I knew it. It felt like my whole life would change if I considered the idea of simply being by his side. "-Aren't you going to tell me? - It seemed to have an ironic tone, but I couldn't distinguish exactly. - I already told you... If you're not going to speak for good, I'll make you speak." This sentence sure made my body shudder. His stormy eyes approached me in a calm rhythm, his hands glided over my body, trapping him next to his, his husky voice was accompanied by feelings I couldn't distinguish. I felt his breath closer, his breath hit my face, after a while I couldn't tell for sure, my lips got wet. Ah yes... He was wrong, but at that moment, I didn't care anymore.
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