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Every time he touched me a little bit of my armored heart started to break down.
“You’re playing with fire, Greg.” His mouth detached for one-second. “Then let us burn.” And I did.
I let the flames of our lies and love consume us to the point I didn’t know how long we were in the back alley after Greg’s mouth had fused with mine again.

