43 parts Ongoing Mature"Are you my boyfriend?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes.
His grip on my wrist loosened. Translation: who are you to question me?
I took another shot.
But this boy-he literally snatched my drink and downed it himself.
"You can share it with your friend, right?" He flashed his sweetest smile.
I wasn't falling for it.
"We aren't friends anymore," I muttered, holding my head as dizziness took over.
I barely heard him instruct the bartender to stop serving me drinks before everything started spinning.
The next thing I knew, I had collapsed into something warm and solid.
When I forced my eyes open, I found myself in his arms.
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"Do you really want me to?"
Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Her fingers curled tighter against my shoulders, as if grounding herself.
I watched her, my own restraint hanging by a thread.
The way her lips parted, the way her chest rose and fell unevenly-I could feel the war waging inside her. I should've stepped back, given her space. But I couldn't. Not when she was looking at me like that.
She didn't answer, but her silence spoke louder than words.
Slowly, I ran my thumb over her cheek, tracing the dampness left by her tears. So fragile, yet so intoxicating.
"Tell me to stop, darling," I murmured, my lips barely an inch from hers.
Her eyes flickered to my mouth, and that was all it took.
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she fell first✨