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Possess Your Heart // hood

Possess Your Heart // hood

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 2, 2014
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“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly. “W-what are we doing, Cal?” He smirked, his lips falling back on mine and she could feel him smile against her skin. “Kissing.” She took another deep breath when he pulled away and she think he could sense something was wrong. “No, I mean what are we doing? Are we just people that occasionally kiss and go out, or are we-” He kissed her again, this time his hands were cupped around her cheeks, his thumbs resting next to her eyes. “Why do we have to label it?” He whispered. “Why can’t we just have fun?” She nodded, this time it was her who initiated the kiss. Fun. She could do fun.
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"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.

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