My brother Rafinha was out of the house when I returned after our little meeting as he was staying at mine for a couple of weeks.
I had the whole house for myself as I sat down onto the couch, ruffling through my hair restlessly.
How could I let my guards down that easily?
How did you, out of all people, break my walls?
Was it the way you licked your lips whenever you would look at me?
Was it the way your bright eyes pierced into mine, making it impossible for me to get them out of my mind again?
Was it the way you tried to make our bodies press together to avoid any gap between us but without me touching your breasts or only your face even one bit?
I always felt like you were the Karma, the sweet torture that I deserved. You were the toxic hidden in a slim, perfect-shaped body and the most gorgeous face I've ever seen in my life.
The sad thing is that I already knew from the beginning, when I returned from your house, that you were going to be the death of me.
You might ask yourself now; why was I carrying on to see you then?
Why had you still wrapped me around your little finger?
It's because you are like a siren; seducing the men and letting them basically run into their death after.
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Dedicated to dorijakab for being the amazing person she is :-) ily!❤️
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FanfictionThey met in a club in Munich at 2am sharp. All he wanted was get to know her and see her again soon. All she wanted was fun. ©durmmels, 2015
