Kiss me, Ruin me, Keep me “Protect me”
"1496...“ He firmly said. I stop for a while. I heard him laugh a little. It's very familiar numbers.
“1496..still in my head and I can't forget it babe..“ He said, almost whispered. Inside the apartment, I supported him until he collapsed gently onto the couch.
“You’ll be fine,” I murmured, brushing wet hair from his forehead.
He looked up at me, lips parted, gaze heavy with unspoken words. His fingers found my wrist, brushing slowly, deliberately.
“Stay,” he whispered again. This time slower, tender, needy. Not commanding. Not teasing. Just… needing.
I froze. For a long moment, I let him hold me there. His touch was feather-light, yet his grip burned into my skin. I could feel his heartbea
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