Your lips, my lips Apocalypse Charles,this is not right. She whispered with her eyes closed, though her heart and body were contradicting what her mouth was saying. She knew, deep down, that she couldn't resist him any longer, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. The tension between them was palpable, and she could feel herself giving in to his magnetic pull. He gazed into her eyes, which held the warmth and love he so desperately sought. He knew very well that he couldn't let her go, so he didn't. He held her tightly against him and slowly murmured, Who decides what is right and what is not, if not us ?
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