Love And Tales
He leaned closer to me, his muscular hand wrapping around my waist as he whispered,
“That wasn't what I meant.” His voice was seductive. The warm air from his nostrils washed over my skin, forcing goose bumps to pop up.
“You are lying,” I accused, still maintaining a stubborn demeanor.
“How do I make it up to you, huh?” he asked.
“You tell me,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“Castro hotel. 9pm. Don't be late,” he said, walking away.
I grinned widely as I watched him leave the mansion.
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