The Lovers - Pete Davidson {FINISHED}

The Lovers - Pete Davidson {FINISHED}

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The men all had that same greedy look in their eyes, except for him. It was different. Vastly different. It looked like adoration or maybe I was just mistaking it for lust, I always seemed to do that. My hands were still tangled in the strands of hair that weren't my own as the lights shined down brightly onto the glitter that adorned my skin perfectly. It was like magic how these men would do anything for a show of skin. Again, for some reason, I couldn't keep my own eyes off of him. He was different from them. The lights and pieces of paper in the air tried to block my view but no matter what it was still there, that look. The look of admiration. Something two lovers would share not strangers.
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