All The Things
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"...When I think of that woman...I think of you." Pac reads on a folded piece of paper he wrote on.
Almost in tears, I attempt to keep my composure and give him a sly look. Honestly, it was good, but I'm not giving him the satisfaction of knowing it. Arrogant ass.
"Sooo...what you think?" His deep raspy voice says laying on the carpeted floor next to me.
"You alright with me, baldy. Who you trying to pursue?" I say chuckling laying on my side to face him.
"Honestly?" He ask looking up to the sun roof as he spoke.
"That's all I would want you to be." I retort looking at the nerves pump in his head.
"You know. To me nothing's forbidden when love is involved." He says randomly still looking up at the sun roof into the night.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask giggling honestly confused, looking up to the roof myself to see what's so interesting.
The next thing I knew, those chapped hands caressed my chin pulling me over to face him.
"You." He says swiftly before planting his plump lips on mine.
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