WOMAN - H.S
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"Do you feel that?" He asked. I could feel the tempo of his heart beating against his chest. I nodded my head at him.
"You make my heart beat that fast whenever you're near me" I watched him speak. "My heart beats for you Anna, I'm not going anywhere...I physically can't and I won't" he told me. I looked at him through my lashes.
"I need you" I admit to him in almost a whisper. "And I need you" he said firm.
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