My One And Only Weakness

My One And Only Weakness

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“Elliot!” I groan, pulling the blanket up over my hips and scrolling through netflix. “Hey angel, I made the popcorn, have you chosen the movie yet?” He asks as he sits down next to me, leaning over and placing the bowl on the coffee table. I run my hands over his shoulder and tug him to the back of the couch, placing my head on his chest as he wastes no time wrapping his hand around my waist. He kisses the top of my head and runs his free fingers through my hair. “Why did you chose me? Why did you let me in.” “I guess your cockyness won me over, if you haven’t noticed you are kind of my weakness.” I tell him as I grab a few pieces of popcorn from the bag. “Your Only one?” “Yes Elliot, my only one.”
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