Afire Love
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He slowly pulls away, running his fingers across my cheeks, enticingly.❝ Shh, don't cry.❞
❝I bet my mascara is totally ruined❞, I reply into his chest, and he laughs a little, smiling his crooked smile at me.
❝Don't worry❞, he whispers, pulling me closer, ❝You're more beautiful now than you've ever been before. And you're more beautiful to me with every passing minute.❞
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