When I was a teenager, I used to dream about kissing you. Touching you. Feeling your body on mine in the dark. I used to lie awake and picture you in your bed next door, and I’d fantasize about sneaking into your house and up to your room. I’d have let you do anything you wanted to me. I still would. I could never, ever say these things out loud to you, so I’m hiding behind this text I will never send, but it’s the truth. I lie in bed at night and crave you. Your body. Your mouth. Your hands. I fantasize about them on me. I fantasize about a lot of things. You arrest me. Put me in handcuffs.
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