Touch Me, Don't Love Me // styles

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Now let me talk about Lily.

Most days I have to remind myself that she is my step sister. And that my mother sees her as her own daughter.

Not my real sister but still... she was supposed to be my sister.

She goes to school when I go to work and comes home one hour earlier than I do.

She likes to study, she's quiet but I always get the privilege to hear her laugh whenever she's talking to my mother. She is very sweet with her.

She spends most of her time in her room or outside with her friends.

I didin't recognise her much when I arrived... Except for those eyes. I used to think they were annoying, always filled with tears.

But now... I can't stop looking at them. I get lost in them when I talk to her. We still don't talk much, but sometimes I try to start a conversation with her. I wanna know what she's really like.

And her lips... always so pink. I wonder how soft they are.

Her shoulders... always exposed from the lose shirts she wear.

Her fingers... thin and delicate. I've never touched them with mine but sometimes she would put her hands on my arm to get my attention. They would always give me the slightest shivers.

And those legs... I shouldn't even think about it.