Shy Heart || h.s

Shy Heart || h.s

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“Tell me then, is there any connection between dopamine and lets say... love?” He asks, his eyes gleaming with mischief, yet an undiscovered emotion underlays in his mischief, something Scarlett cannot quite decipher. “Of course. The chemical is released when one is for example, falling in love. It’s thought to be a “pleasure chemical”, producing that feeling of joy and bliss. You would find high concentrations of dopamine receptors in their brain due to the addiction and euphoria lovers have and experience towards a loved one.” “I love it when you talk biological to me Scarlett Belle.” // In which a simple minded, lonesome girl stumbles across everything she isn't. Cover by: oldflavours
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

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