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Kiss me…



she whispered, her fingers gripping his coat’s collar, pressing herself to his chest. His fast breathing betraying his desire to surrender to her bold request. He wanted to give in, she knew it, but she felt him still pulling back a little… What would he come up with, this time?

I’m not too sure about your cigarette breath…

She grinned, getting on her toes to rub her nose against his… His stiffened body screamed for the perfect excuse to let go.

I have mints, you know… And though I hate the taste of coffee, it won’t stop me from kissing you still, tomorrow morning…




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