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⠀ † ⠀𝖙here ⠀ are ⠀ such ⠀- 𝐒 𝐈 𝐍 𝐒 - ⠀ at ⠀ my ⠀ back ⠀ it ⠀ would ⠀𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 ⠀ me ⠀ to ⠀ turn ⠀ 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡⠀. 𖤝 ׄ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[𝕽 @WICKEDLOVER88]

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[𝕽 @WICKEDLOVER88]

ᅠ ⠀ a 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 shell for something
— 𝕽𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 —
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[ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝑉𝑙𝑎𝑑 @KillerBiting]

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ᅠᅠ 𝑫 𝑹 𝑨 𝑪 𝑼 𝑳 𝑨.
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[𝕽 @WICKEDLOVER88]

smile curved her mouth, though her gaze lingered on his face as she waited for his answer.

[𝕽 @WICKEDLOVER88]

His fingertips brushed her back as he worked the laces, and the nearness of him became a slow, exquisite ache. A shiver travelled beneath her skin, reaching places she had thought long beyond his touch. For a moment, something almost human warmed the heart she had kept ——

[Caleb @WastelandBaby98]

To him, she wasn’t someone to gawk at as though he’d never seen a woman before. He would never treat someone he cared about like an object; that simply wasn’t in his DNA.

Caleb watched her move before reaching for his bottle, only to groan at the thought of taking another sip.-

[𝕽 @WICKEDLOVER88]

traced her mouth.

‘ So . . . ‘ She pressed her lips together, studying the result before setting the lipstick down.

‘ Are you taking me dancing, or should I leave you alone with that bottle? ’ She turned to face him, fastening the second earring. A small, challenging ——

[Poeta Desastre @PoetaDesastre]

"Condenado a la eternidad, pero mi único destino siempre fuiste tú."

[‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ⊹ ꯭ ‍‍ 𝒔𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝓳𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠; ˢᵖᵒᵒᵏʸ @SILVERSDRMS]

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[𝕽 @WICKEDLOVER88]

him over the other, she offered him a small, expectant smile.

‘ Be a dear and tie this for me, would you? ’

[𝕽 @WICKEDLOVER88]

She followed his movements from the corner of her eye. Her skin prickled as he drew closer, his scent mingling with the sharp, oaky warmth of bourbon.

The involuntary response only sharpened her irritation.

She had little patience for being told what to do. Too much ——

[Caleb @WastelandBaby98]

He had to pretend he wasn’t jealous. Pretend he didn’t feel even the slightest bit of resentment toward the woman standing before him, casually telling him about someone else who’d managed to earn a piece of her time. Who was this guy, anyway? -

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taking her time settling the fabric into place.

‘ That depends on how well he dances. ’ There was a low, taunting amusement in her husky voice. She returned to Caleb and turned, sweeping her curls over one shoulder to expose the loose ties at her back. Glancing at ——