It was pure serendipity, and honestly… watching her pretty ass singing and dancing to the sultry vibe of that music, so fucking happy, not a care in the world… That was the moment I knew I was in love. Hopping on a flight for something small, nice hotels, gifts… I could write that off in my mind as just trying to impress her–shit I was just doing for continued access to her pussy. It wasn’t that, but I tried to convince myself it was, instead of the damn-nigga-you-caught-feelings alternative. But that feeling I had, in that moment–the thrill it brought me to see her so fucking joyful… Yeah.
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