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"I think you're in love with me."
I laugh. "I am not in love with you," I scoff.
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
With every response he gives, he takes a step closer to me, and I take a step back, until my body has no where else to go.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are," he says, his face only inches from mine.
His proximity sends shivers down my spine, and I get lost in his mesmerising eyes.
"No I'm not," I say lowly, my voice shaking.
He lays his forehead on mine, and his eyes travel down my face. He bites his lip, and I want to lose control. Every ounce of me wants him. Right here. Right now. I want every single part of him he's willing to give me. I want his random mood swings. I want his long speeches about the things he loves. I want his stupid, corny jokes. I want his stubborness. I want the fear that comes with letting him want me. I want everything about him I don't like, and I want the things about him that I'm so deeply in love with even more.
"Don't lie to me," he whispers.
My heart starts pounding and my stomach flips a million times, making me go weak in the knees.
He takes a deep breath and moves his face even closer to mine. I can feel the warmth of his lips on mine, and I break.
"Yes, I am."
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A story in which the past becomes the present, secrets become known, and two people, who are afraid of love, finally allow themselves to fall.
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