He leans in closer, his... «Blood orange»
goldfish1912 октября 2023He leans in closer, his eyes searching mine, the faint lights from the city looking like fireflies in the darkness. “I am drawn to you Dahlia, like a bat to a flame.”
“You mean moth to a flame,” I correct him, trying not to smile.
He gives me a wicked grin. “I prefer bats. Moths don’t have teeth. I like things to have a little bite to them.”
Then his smile fades and he suddenly kisses me again. There are no tears to taste this time, instead it is a deep and searing kiss that I feel in my bones, a kiss that rewrites both the past and future, and the only thing certain is the present. His lips are soft but firm like the ripest fruit, and there is a kind of soft desperation in him that touches something raw and aching inside me.
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