She tiptoed out the door as the sunbled into the bedroom. Mistakes are for weak skinned, this was a fated bump in.A reminder, ‘he wants more than I cangive him.’ Complicated. Staring at theelevator button, biting her lower lip. Shewanted nothing more than to inhale his morning odor. Disgustingly addicted.Numbing ambidextrous logic.
Written by Jacob Ibrag
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