FIGHT OF LOVE AND HATE

FIGHT OF LOVE AND HATE

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WpMetadataReadЗавершенная история вск, мая 12, 20245h 24m
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She was seated next to the window seat. Strangely, I've been seeing her every day on my way to work, either in the morning or at night, either crossing across the street or catching a glimpse of her back anywhere I go. I grinned as I approached her. I touched her shoulder making her jump slightly. "Is this seat taken?" I questioned why she was looking up at me with big eyes. "Ye-ss, I mean No, no" she mumbled. I raised my brow at her stuttering and took a seat. "So I have a question to ask you." She put her phone down and made straight eye contact with me before leaning back in her chair and crossed her arms. "I believe I may have an answer to your question." I let out a small chuckle at her sudden confidence. "Is it just a coincidence that I've been seeing you for the past three days after our little encounter, or are you a crazy stalker stalking me?" she sighed.
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"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.

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