marsinyourheart
"There's only one beat that matters to me when I'm with you." He says, walking towards me.
I look at him quizzically, "And what beat is that?"
Now only a couple feet away, he takes my hand and places it right over where his heart his. I can feel it racing.
"This beat."
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(Male Reader)