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Jax’s Point of View

I was on the phone with Angelo when she was dragging me out of that stupid dirty burrito shop. Despite the shop looking infested with pests, the burrito itself was nice. It seems to have a delicious taste no matter how much the presentation sucked. She pulled me towards her while giving me her phone to take photos.

All I could hear was Angelo’s voice on the other side but my mind was focused on her. Her jet black hair was the same coconut scent it always was. Her dark brown skin glowed effortlessly. She was perfect in every sort of way. I took photos in every angle, capturing her gorgeous beauty. I could stare at her all day and never get bored; she would always hold my heart in her hands. She could tell me to do something and I fucking would. She literally owns me. She owns every part of me.

I cut the phone on Angelo and moved towards her. I sent the photos to my phone before handing her phone to her.

“God, the view is perfect,” she sighed under her breath. My eye