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Chapter 20 - When Lips Do the Talking
~ Erik ~
“Time’s up.”
That’s what I said to myself vocally before I kissed Daniella.
True, time is already up on my part. It has reached to zero with me willingly surrendering my self-imposed shackles.
I am done with my charade. I am through with lying to myself that Daniella meant nothing to me when in truth she is everything in my dark-clouded life.
Countless of times I am tormented by this bind I have placed upon myself.
For the better... that’s what I always chant in my head, but it turned out to be just my fucked up alibi.
I truly yearned for her, and so after craving her lips for what seemed like an eternity after kissing her while sleeping, I have finally tasted it again. Giving her a sample in her tummy wasn’t enough.
But even with my shackles released, I still had a residual of doubt, especially when she didn’t reciprocate my kisses. With t
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