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Reverse Love

Reverse Love

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What happens when you fall in love with someone else? What happens if that person loves someone you knew your whole life? What about your own lover? How can you tell someone that you have fallen for their significant other...while balancing your own relationship? ------------------------------------------------ The taller woman pins the smaller woman to the wall of the dressing room. Leaning down and whispering in the smaller woman's ear, "I want you to be mine." The smaller woman's breath hitches, making the taller one smile in satisfaction before she continues. "I'm in love with you and I want you to be mine." The smaller woman looks at the taller woman in her eyes before quietly saying, "I want to be yours, but what about our boyfriend's?"
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