And if his lips whisper against the base of my throat, I will dissolve into dust within nanoseconds, melt into the soles of his feet. His lips tasted: of her, of me, of coffee and cigarettes. I wanted to bathe in his blood cells, drink him like he was Felix Felicis. I wanted every atom of his body to scream my name.
"I wanted every atom of his body to scream my name."
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