Messed Up Love
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•His green eyes giving me chills down my spine, making me gulp slightly hoping he wouldn't realise. His lips grazed mine ever so slightly that I got the hint of his minty breathe but it had a slight smell of cigarettes. He smirked and pulled away thinking that he won. But I smirked back grabbed the back of his head and slammed his lips to mine•
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