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If push and pull were a game, my lotus flower would be the undefeated champion.
Kissing had no meaning before this motherfucker. Now, it’s the damn center of my existence.
“Hmm. You have eleven moles on your body.” “Okay…” “I’m not done. You have two hundred seventeen lashes on your right eye and two hundred twelve lashes on your left one.” His lips part. “You…counted them?”
“But why would you count my lashes?” “I love them. They’re dark and long and so fucking pretty when you’re sleeping. Besides, no one but me can count them, so that’s a huge bonus.” He chuckles softly, the sound echoing around us like a lullaby. “You’re so weird.”
I’m completely and irrevocably in trouble because of Brandon King.
There he goes defending the little fucker. I’m losing my children one by one to a bunch of wankers.

