Thursday, April 16, 2009


He places me on the curb, eliminating those several inches from between our lips.

We breathe together.

"You just want me to fall for you again," he tells me.

I lean back, trying to stop the look of horror from filling my features then, realizing it's too late, press my face into his chest.

"No. That would be awful."

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