𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚

"Hello, Angel" He stands up from the chair, heading straight-- or rather wobbly towards Angeline.
"My name is Angeline, Wren" She stood still with her hands crossed to her chest but Wren laughs, showing Angeline a tantalizing pair of dimples she hadn't seen before. He walks closer to her, so close that Angeline had to take a few steps back and assess him before realizing he was drunk.
"You're drunk?" Her back hit the wall but Wren was still walking and Angeline felt herself trying to sink into the wall behind her.
Wren smirks, a look a desire and mischief gleaming in his eyes, "Oh but you like the way I call you angel, don't you?" Ignoring her question, his hands slowly wrapped themselves around Angelines waist as he looked down at her, his face illuminated by the fire lit beside them.
Angeline was silent, her eyes looking up at his like they were lost trying to navigate his green ones. Wren's lips moved to her Angelines ear as the grip of his hands on her hips tightened and moved them closer to his own. Angeline could't stop it. She couldn't help herself. She was drowning in the feeling of pure ecstasy. So instead, she closed her eyes.
"Tell me what you like, Angel," His whisper brought a chill up Angelines spine and suddenly she found it harder to breathe, as if Wren was selfishly taking away all her oxygen.
"I can give it to you...all of it." He whispers travel down her ears and through her veins like honey.

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