Maybe it was due to the fact that she had barely any energy left from her tennis match—thus why she was indoors, to buy a sports drink from her high school's vending machine—that she found herself only capable of breathing heavily.
Or maybe it was in the way he looked at her—how his eyes swept down her sweating body before they rose back up. His bluish-gray eyes weren't dead, but they weren't alive either. They usually screamed of boredom, something she saw every day when she looked in the mirror. But today, right now, at this moment, something more sparked in the pupils of his eyes. And she could see the same reflected in her own.
In the end, did it really matter? It was burning. It was spreading. It was raw.
"Have sex with me."
Lust.
And there was only one way to put out the fire.
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Anemone
Romans《 I anticipate the future where I do not yet know the one to fill the void in my heart is none other than you 》
