promise | unfinished
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Last published Sun, Aug 28, 2022
"I'm not jealous darling cause I know that I am the only one who can please you the way you want." he walked towards me and i backed away until my back hit the wall. He placed both of his hands on the wall trapping me in.
He was close. Way too close. I could feel his hot, minty breath on my face. "He can never give you that effect i do."
I would never admit it out loud but fuck-he was right.
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