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I can feel your stubble against my cheek, and then behind my ear as you pull me in closer. You bury your face in my long, messy hair and hold me tight for a moment. I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of your hair, trying not to kiss you as my mouth brushes your neck. I can hear us breathing and I know I should've let go by now. So should you. You're caressing my back and kissing my neck and I turn to look into your eyes. My lips open so close to yours that I can feel the warmth of your mouth, before I finally do let go of you. You walk away, confused and pissed off with me. I stifle the tears until my solar plexus hurts, and go home to pick another argument. |
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