FATED TO F*CK
Grey froze for a moment, but soon melted into it, their lips moving in sync.
Neither of them wanted to pull away. Neither wanted the moment to end.
Eventually, their heated kiss slowed, and they found themselves lying side by side on the floor, hearts racing. The exhaustion of the moment took over, and before they knew it, both had drifted into sleep—still so close, as though afraid to let go.
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