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He moves me to the opposite side of him before taking up position by the road. This man gives me whiplash.
She reminds me of a gymnast in spandex.
He lights me up. He burns me down. And I bask in his heat.
Rhett: Shit, Princess. I don’t know. I might go crazy without you. Summer: For ducks’ sake. Summer: Duck Summer: *Duck Summer: FUCK. Ugh. Why can’t my phone learn that word? I’ll be back around dinnertime. Rhett: Quack.
he’ll never let go. And when he feels how cold my feet are, he tangles his warm legs against them.
Doing what we want rather than what we should.
