Academy Of American Bullshit

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"I"

Swollen lips formed a soft oval shape as they spit out each syllable.

"can't-"

The pigment of his top lip called out to me, and I lost control of my fingertips, allowing them to outstretch and trace the hollows of his cheeks slowly.

"be-"

I prayed that my touch would make him forget what I had said.

"with"

I pressed my open palm over his mouth in an attempt to stop him.
But his dark brown eyes finished his sentence for him.

"you."