The Last One (h.s)
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His cold fingertips brush against my hair as he tucks it behind my ear. His breathing is hard but he keeps it steady as he leans closer to me to whisper "No baby, I'm not addicted to drugs," he paused then placed his lips on my neck, "I'm addicted to you."
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