Shape Of You
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Last published Sun, Feb 26, 2017
Não sei dois terços da história que ela gosta, só me lembro de um beijo ou dois, talvez, sei que o corpo arrepia quando minhas mãos sobem devagar, e ela adora como a minha boca à conduz. É engraçado como eu começo e ela não consegue parar, isso cabe em qualquer coisa, desde a risada longa até o beijo que eu não lembro. A culpa é sua por ter esse sorriso, ou a culpa é minha por me apaixonar por ele?
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"What...can you please tell me what's going on. Why are you so mad?" she pleaded for answers. Damn she's good. She stood up from the couch and started walking towards me, trying to touch me. "Do you really want me away? Away from you. Like really really go?" she asked me again, acting confused. This time I see tears in her eyes threatening to roll out. I can't. I can't. Why can't she fucking tell me the truth. I literally saw what she did. Really pissed, I started shouting. "YES, I'M BLOODY SURE AIMEE. SO CAN YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE FOR NOW". Reluctantly she turned away from me, walking towards where she left her stuff earlier, sniffling. She took her things and was ready to leave me. I opened the door for her. Almost stepping out from my house, she took my shaking hand by surprise. "You know you can talk to me right. I'm always here for you. Always", she said. It only pissed me more. She stopped at the doorstep turning to look at me. But I was a jerk. Because I fucking shoved her out of my house.
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