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He tasted of cloves and bourbon, wild nights and reckless abandon, and my lips parted instinctually as his tongue slid into my mouth.
“I’m not really the begging type,” I said, even though my words were as weak as my resolve was becoming. “You could be,”
The thing no one admits is that we don’t give up our childish fantasies, we just accept they’re out of our reach.
