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The weight of his gaze feels like sex on s his lips along my temple, up to my forehead, where he sets a kiss there, his soft, fir into htening, thrilling seconds

My throat is tight, and I want to beg him not to stop when he inches away and studies me with eyes that shine with jealousy and possessiveness "Is it him?"

No It’s you You make me reckless

I like it

But I’ainst the tree, struggling to get my knees to work

"What’s he like?"

I can’t even remember Miles, and it stresses ain "He’s" I search for words Miles

"This guy back home," he says with a suddenly vicious, happy sparkle in his eyes

"I knoe’re talking about, Mav" I roll hs softly--happy that I don’t remember? "He’snot like you"

When I uy, clean and wholesoirl, his friends, over to him They followed him to my table "Mind if we sit down?" he asked

And I nodded, and when he said, "I’ot me Somehow someone wondered if there was more to me

I’ so siuy who’s so upfront he tells you he wanted you alone so he could kiss you

He pulls off a leaf frohtfully, and tosses it aside with a frown "Meaning"

"He’s more polished"

"You rabs another leaf and just tosses it completely aside

"No He’snot priht"

"’Cause he’d lose"

I smile and watch my feet as we take the trail down

"Do you trust him? Does he care for you like you do?" he drills on

I look at hi competition," he says simply