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I live for the moments when our fingers brush, when our eyes meet, when our bodies align. It’s a craving, an addiction, something so deep in my bones that I can’t escape it. Every word he says, every look he gives, every time our hands graze, I feel like I’m slowly becoming part of him, and I never want it to end.
Can’t stop thinking about him. Can’t stop wanting him. He’s my entire world. If anyone even dares to look in his direction, they’d better watch out. He’s mine, and I’m his. That’s it. That’s all