I didn't mean to want him. But the way he looked at me... like he already knew what I'd taste like when I begged." I swore I was in control, until his hands rewrote every rule I made for my body. Now I can't stop. Not the wanting. Not the watching. Not the way I burn just knowing he's near. This isn't love. This is the slow, sweet death of sanity and I'm letting it devour me.
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