Strangers
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"You are so frustrating." "I am frustrating?" he repeats with a smirk plastered on his face as he steps towards me decreasing the small space between us. "Yes, every single thing about you, everything you do is frustrating." "You're wrong." He whispers towards my ear, our bodies almost touching each other's. "It's not me, but how I make you feel. When I kiss you, when I don't. Just by one touch." His voice is low as his finger softly strokes down from my shoulder to my palm, making goosebumps appear. "See?" he smirks again. "You can feel it. You're wet, aren't you?" he whispers as his lips lingers on mine, making me longing for his touch. "You want relief." My body is shaking as I gasp for air. "You want me to kiss you."
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