The Man Who Loves Me

The Man Who Loves Me

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Wed, Oct 25, 20231h 32m
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Just as I was reeling myself back from the brink, he slowly opened his eyes. Those hazel-brown orbs gazed at me with a longing that sent a shiver down my spine. In a soft, imploring voice, he uttered, "Stay."His hands wrapped around my neck, drawing me closer,and his warm breath caressed my lips. Our lips met in a slow, gentle dance, and I could taste the warmth of his kiss, sweet yet tinged with a hint of bitterness. I was startled by the suddenness of it all, torn between resisting and succumbing to the allure of his soft, trembling lips. But as quickly as the kiss had ignited, he pushed me away abruptly, and the moment was shattered as he began to retch and vomit onto the floor.
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A warm feeling embraced me. Wether it was the body heat emitting from him or the burning of my flushed cheeks, I felt content. He was giving off such a mellow vibe after I had done such an idiotic thing, which was surprising, but I felt satisfied. We were now both soaking from the incident before, and the untouched river was now tainted. "Thank you." I whispered softly. He shook his head and raised my chin with a big grin laced on his face. "Look at the cherry blossoms." We both smiled. It was spring.

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