He knew all the right things to say.. and yet we barely knew each other.
It was as if he was reading me like a book, taking his sweet time through my chapters... slowly taking me all in.
Moments.. moments passing by.. so brief, but it felt as if he knew everything that seemed to make me tick. Everything that could possibly make me yearn for his touch...and my god.. I did.
This stranger, this handsome stranger who strangely knew exactly ...just ...how ...to trigger me.
Every word hit me full force. He strummed each of my chords so effortlessly .. triggered .. I was triggered.
A shadow passing through me, surrounding me, drowning me, as he caressed my every curve with his words, and then finally...his touch.
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Moments...
ChickLitA miscellaneous collection of random pages from my own personal journal. Raw, unedited thoughts. Usually written during moments where I found myself needing some sort of escape, or brief distraction. All true stories... (On going) ***Warning: Mature...
