Deals With The Devil
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Jun 25, 2015
"I'm not who you think I am sweetheart" He replied in a dark tone.
His strong features were illuminated by the blinding city lights.
"Then show me who you are" My hushed voice seemed to push him even further. Suddenly his large arms were wrapped around my waist and his beautiful face rested in the crook of my neck.
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