I spend the hour giving him pieces of myself I havent let myself give other men
I spend the hour giving him pieces of myself I havent let myself give other men I allow myself to pretend that he thinks the same of himself, and with every word he tells me, I allow a fantasy to grow inside my mind. He presses me up against the wall, his large fingers leaving pearl sized dimples where they meet my thighs. His lips hungrily nip at my neck, but all I can think about is Harry. One of exclusivity, happiness, loyalty I think back to when we were…
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