When I first met you, you were kind and smiley.
Your eyes twinkled with something I was unfamiliar with, something I wish I had and your hands, your big hands, would wrap around mine, figuring them out, discovering them. I admit it seemed odd to me how touchy you were considering we had just met but I could also feel my own heart opening up to you.
And then it wasn't long until you not only held my hands, but you caressed my heart too.
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Toxic
Short Storyshe was flowers and sweet gin, and he was the poison that destroyed them highest ranking: #561 in Short Story current ranking: #561 in Short Story
