𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 ]

𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 ]

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: 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 : - mature content ( 18+ ) ¡contains smut! She prefers stabile relationships. He hooks up with different girls every night. She loves the sun. He loves the moon. She's an introvert. He's friends with almost all of the high school. They have nothing in common besides this small thing; she hates him,he hates her. "Let me kiss you." He says, looking at me, waiting for something. Anything. I nod. "Words, amore." "Kiss me." That's when fire meets ice, that's when every boundary set between them breaks. He takes my hands and pins them to the wall. "I've waited so fucking long to taste those lips of yours." Then he kisses me again. "I hate you so much." I say between our kiss. He pulls back. Smirking, he adds "I love the way you hate me, darling".

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