All EYES ON ME
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MatureOngoing1h 17m
Last published Sun, Jul 13, 2025
"I don't let people touch what's mine," he said quietly.
A pause stretched between us. My chest tightened. My breath caught.
"...I'm not yours," I whispered, more to myself than him.
His gaze dropped to my lips for half a second before flicking back to my eyes.
"Yet," he said.
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