“We were meant to cross paths. It feels like you’re the other half of me.” Her features soften, all the worry draining away, then the corner of her mouth lifts. “Are you even attracted to me?” Nodding, I let out a chuckle, then admit, “I’m obsessed with you.” “That doesn’t sound creepy at all,” she teases me. “Sooo… you want to date?” “No, I want you to be mine. In every way. So I can touch and kiss you whenever I want.” There’s a predatory tone to my voice as I add, “So I can fuck you.” “And here I thought you were a romantic,” she chuckles, sounding slightly nervous again. I probably
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