Let Me

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"But no, you just couldn't be bothered! Do you have any idea about the sleepless nights I've had, days I've spent crying."

He kept quiet.

"You don't do you? And you don't even care!"

He kept quite.

"Fuck, why did I even start?"

He didn't keep quite.

He came towards me. And pressed his body against mine. Heat seeping through the layer of clothes. He pushed me against the wall and lowered his head to the crook of my neck, took a deep breath and let out in that awfully thick, drunken accent of his,

"Let me make it up to you!"