it's a call that breaks the spell.
mid way through a kiss the blaring ringtone startles us apart.
"just leave it."
he snaps.
"it's not mine."
i mumble.
he pushes off me and rummages through the clothes on the floor.
finding it just in time.
"hello."
the room falls silent as he listens.
a minute passes before he speaks again.
"i'm on my way."
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passion
Historia Cortacompleted • 'i had a passion for beautiful things. and you caught my eye.' • cover made my me
