She was with him again. She was more touchy and clingy. She kissed his neck and shoulder wanting a real kiss.
He just tried to resist but he loved her.
He had no where to be so he couldn't use excuses.
"Come on baby let's play" she said.
"No" he cried.
"What does the prick still hurt" she asked.
"No I don't wanna play with you" he said.
They stayed in that position till so moved onto his legs.
Her smile only gave him chills and he wanted to wipe that smile away with a kiss.
They were in a kiss. A deep one.
It was gonna bond them together.
Love was in the air.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.
