"You know I can make you feel better yet you go to him." "I know", I say weakly. Every inch of my body simply belonged to him, for it craved his touch. He steps closer to me. "Can I kiss you?" He leans in slightly, trapping me into his wraths. I gulp, "No." Our lips collide and I feel myself loving it more than I should.

"you were in love with the money- not me." + lowercase intended