Hangman: And Other Short Stories

Power

~AN~ This is a little piece of a different thing I'm writing on the side. I literally write backwards, I started with chapter 5 and worked my way back to the first chapter and now I'm starting with 10 and working back to 5. It's my thing, ya know? Also, my writer's block is gone so except some good stuff!
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I hated the way he made me feel. It was hot and cold, painful and pleasurable. He had absolute power over my body. The ability to command a blood to rush to my cheeks or to order a sharp breath of air into my lungs when he touched me. I hated how much I loved everything about him. Park's lazy hips as they sag when he leans on the wall or crushing mine against everything when we kiss. The way his skin always smelled like crushed almonds and the sweetness of the skin itself coming through was intoxicating. The other boy's lips on my temple my cheek my neck. The way he dragged his long fingers through his dark, curly hair drove me insane. Absolutely insane.

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