She's sensitive. He's cruel. She's small. He's massive. She's bright. He's dark.
Atleast that's how everyone saw them.
17-year old, Tropica is striking.
She's loveable, gorgeous and has fire in her eyes, everyone likes her in there own way.
But when dashing, Diego takes the slightest glance at her, he realize's that she's his, and only his...
"What do you want from me, sir?"
He then lifted my chin with his two forefingers, looked me in the eyes and confidently said...
"It's not anything that i want from you. It's just you."
"What do you mean?" I confusedly exclaimed!
With each word he said, he placed a slow, wet kiss on my neck,
"I. Want. You." He simply declared.
My tear's started to weld up in my eye's.
"Why?" I fearfully replied.
He then, tightened his grip on my hips, kissed all the way up to my ears from the base of my neck and whispered in my ear,
"Because you're mine."
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Mature audience only!