"maybe i did. is there something wrong with that?" probably, she thinks as she stands a mere foot from him, heart beating a little more excitedly than she'd like it to, "are you not happy to see me?"
open to: any muses 25+ ! (f for romantic) muse: theodore bates. author & lecturer. plot: inspo source
“ maybe you just wanted to see me. ”
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“no feelings,” he says as he wraps both of his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest.
“no feelings,” i say when his fingers raise my chin towards his.
no feelings. our lips meet and a fire erupts inside me.
no feelings. days become weeks. his secrets become my own, his laughter the soundtrack of my nights.
no feelings. we lay on the couch, limbs intertwined. he plays with my hair. kisses me with his entire being as we say goodbye.
no feelings but i don’t mean it. i don’t mean it. i’m sorry.
4am