He stares at me in... «Blood orange»
goldfish1912 октября 2023He stares at me in confusion, mid-reach for the kettle.
I stride over to him and grab his face, my palms pressed against his cool cheeks, his stubble scratching my skin. “Fuck me,” I whisper, staring deep into his eyes. Oh these eyes, how dark and rich they are, as they’ve always been. I’ve lived so many lives staring into these eyes.
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