"Go out with me amore mio." He whispered, his hot breath fanned my ear as a shiver was sent up and down my spine.
I rolled my eyes, pretending to be unaffected by the effect he has on me. Dipping the spoon into the bucket of chocolate ice-cream, I looked at him, the spoon mid-way to my mouth and grumbled, "You haven't even gotten me take-out yet."
He chuckled, his eyes turned dark- a dark that I've come to understand, one I've come to love.
"Tell me the name of that restaurant and I'll buy the entire thing in your name tesoro mio."
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ • • • • • Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐...
