Intro

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~Intro~

"You don't even know the definition of love," I said as he touched my cheek with his icy cold hand. I could barely make out his eyes almost like green orbs. He took a step closer leaving no space between us. My words became stuck in my throat and my legs weak. His breath came in short pants. Waves of cool mint hit my face as he opened his now rosy lips.

"I don't need to know the definition of love to want to be with you," he said taking my face in his hands and kissing my lips. I'd never kissed anyone like this. I always avoided the lips. This feeling somehow made me want to go against myself. The feel of his lips were so soft and smooth. I started to become self conscious about my own movements. I like this feeling of him against me. I liked how even through my clothes, I could still feel some sort of tingle in my body. I just liked being with him. Dallas and Hill, I like the sound of that.

Hill Coe & Dallas WaydeOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora