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His eyes are a bright shade of cerulean blue, more vivid than the colors in Frida Kahlo’s paintings.
What do we even have in common? He’s thirty-three. What if he still leaves voicemails?
“Alright, no kissing, but let’s get one thing straight. When I kiss you, notice I said when, it’s not going to be because we’re trying to make someone jealous. It’ll be because you’re desperate to feel my lips on yours, and trust me, you will be.” Her mouth hitches up, and that look’s enough to bring a man to his knees. “I’ve never been desperate for a boy.” “Then you’ve never fucked a man.”
Without a second thought, I pocket the gum, stashing it in my jeans. I’ll chew this just to know what she tastes like.
“You really want me?” “No.” His fingers tighten on the desk, but he doesn’t move to touch me. “I fucking need you.”
Noah can take the scenic route straight to hell.
Love is made with little moments, and we have enough to build a castle.
“Goodbye, Rhode,” she whispers against my lips. “In another life, I think you would’ve been my forever.”
His gaze dips to the hem of my dress and climbs up the curves of my silhouette like ivy.
“Don’t lie and say this means nothing when you mean everything to me.”
