you came. you called? (pt.ii)

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And if I may just take your breath away.

...That's right, where's my oxygen tank then-wait how am I surviving?

I don't mind if there's not much to say.

Actions speak louder than words, Cara. Haven't I proved that enough?

Sometimes the silence guides our minds.

Sometimes? Every time.

So move to a place so far away.

You want to take a break? But our classes are still going, and Papa needs me to train—

The goosebumps start to raise

Are you feeling cold?

The minute that my left hand meets your waist

It's usually my left hand meeting your waist, I mean if my hands are busy in other places why not?

And then I watch your face

...Where are you taking this?

Put my finger on your tongue, 'cause you love to taste

This isn't very polite of you when you know it's past midnight and we can't meet.

:)

Don't tell me you're drinking.

Oh my cornsalad, you're so naive.


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