Although she didn't understand the saying, standing there looking at her reflection in the window by the sink, she said she would fight tooth and nail for the man
She couldn't have anyone, but she didn't want anyone, she wanted him
The seductress, such a passionate word was beautiful and like a snake wound herself around the one she wanted
She worked in a bank and clicked with her nails on the desk and smiled her smile that we couldn't tell was real or not, and she understood that men were vunerable and she didn't care for consequence or hearts ripped in two, or lonely nights, because this was what she needed to breath
Apparent vunerability was what charmed her, and the man returned again and again to look into the green eyes and to sink his hand between her milky white thighs while the other stood at the window, hands gripping the sink, bile rising in her throat, waiting
And what is past is prolouge and it is written forever
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