Doubt

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I cannot take my mind away from the thought Anna gave me. Well, not this time. For one thing, i was filled with suspicion about Michael.

I havent known anything about him, aside he came from Canada, and that he's name is "Michael." Yet i already gave in to his sweet lips.

i was disturbed when someone patted my left shoulder. I turned to my back and saw Michael in his red coat. 

"You're okay? You seemed to be worried over something." 

"Can we talk for a second?"

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"Okay, so you're 17, born in Europe, moved to Canada, then moved here to Idaho alone, leaving your family behind because they don't accept your 'you'."

I talked to Michael in the roof top when the snow stopped falling. I made him speak everything that i shoud know about his life and things. 

"Yes, yes and yes." He plainly answered back from every assurance i spoke. I took a sigh as i sat beside. Our breaths were frezzing outside but Michael managed to hold my hand.

"Anything wrong?" He asked. I know i could be sounding weird but, i had to tell him my reasons.

"Anna suspects you're an succubus. You know, those soul-sucking lustful demons from stories."

Michael went to a pause, his eyes seemed to change color, then i remembered one incident that they did. It took him a while to speak back. "So, you believe her?"

"Not like that, but, Anna is always wise about those kinds of things. Demonology and witchcraft. But of course, i don't want to believe her."

I bit my lips and looked down on my boots. Suddenly, Michael caressed my cheeks. His eyes went deep, and i felt suddenly uneasy. Then again, my bruise went aching.

I breathed heavy, as Michael went nearer on my cheeks, and fondled my neck.

'Uggh." I felt a shiver down my system flow when Michael bit my left ear and fondled back, as his warm breath touched my skin.

My bruise went wilder and wilder, as Michael touched me more and more. 

Lust was all over my body. I could feel myself wanting more, to put dirt unto my self; dirt that i want to have from him. 

But doubt seemed to be more prominent.

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