"You're a goddess."
His lips were on her collarbone.
"You're a princess."
His lips were on her inner thigh.
"You're a queen."
His lips were on her forehead.
"You're my religion."
His lips were on hers, tasting the white powder that had fallen onto her cupids bow.
"You're my cure."
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Short Story"You're always so angry. You don't just bleed red, Cameron, you are red." eleven teenagers | eleven encounters | eleven colors :: an attempt at the 50 word challenge // all based on real life happenings ::
