André's Desire.

André's Desire.

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-"𝐻𝑒𝓎!" I looked up to see with my blurry vision the most beautiful human being my eyes ever had the chance to lay on. -« 𝐸𝓍𝒸𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒, 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝑔. » He said with a sexy French accent. My lips parted slightly showing just exactly how hypnotized I was with his features. -"𝒪𝒽, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊." I said taking the purse from him my gaze never leaving his piercing blue eyes until I noticed his lips curling into an attractive smirk as he extended his hand that I took almost immediately. -"𝑀𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑒́." -"𝒮𝒶𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶𝒽 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓃." My name rolled out of my lips in a weak whisper as he let go of my hand smiling one last time before disappearing into the crowd.
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