His expression softened โ it was not meant as suchโโ he had many regrets, meeting them, was not one of them. A chuckle followedโ as if Iโd ever hold you back when it comes to thisโ
โ that sounds a little like resentment โ she admits , dragging her fingers over the sheets โ because, there will be no one to hold me back from setting Trevor on fire or at least pee in his beer โ she jokes
โ for it to be a fight tweโd have to be in equal footing but I think we both know that I have the edge on himโโ a jest, lips curled the hint of a smirk on his lips. โ enough about himโ tell me, what have you been up to?โ
แ the smile didn't drop even as the chuckle calmed , her cheeks a soft pink โ I was unaware you and Trevor are fighting for my attention to the point in which you need to catch me alone โ
Yes and even that does not last for long, the state of euphoria a constant high one starts to chaseโ- the void in its absence a bottomless pitโ atleast for me.
When was the last you had some?
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โ โ i have more or less resigned myself to the fact that there are precious few pleasant things. still, you can console yourself with the thought that, however appalling the taste, there is that little surge of euphoria afterward.
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It seems so.Iโd love to give you some optimism but I also hate the taste of blood, gave it several tries and each time was worse than the one before.
It is just one of those things we might need to get over.
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โ โ ๐ฟirgins, saintsโฆ i can hardly go around asking everyoneโ no, stop. so, in the end, i suppose fine feathers do make fine birds when it comes to taste, too.แฃ somehow, thatโs hardly comforting. pretty hopeless.
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