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    city of angels-9

    Her hand playing with her keys, how she spins them on her finger, her hair falling in her face. The soft feel of it on my hand, the addictive feel of her skin, her lips my drug. What is going through her head when she holds my arm like this? Are we feeling the same thing? Please, I am begging you with my whole being to answer the question that cloud my eyes, that make the world so much harder to live in.

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    Who will break first? Is it even possible to break this trance, this bond? It’s like no time has passed between us, and she is almost a stranger. My chest is tightening, I can’t look away, and I can’t break this spell she has over me.

    “Shane…” I love the way it sounds coming from her.

     

    It takes everything I have to turn away, and I am tempted to turn back. The short walk to the door, almost like we were walking the plank. The door is locked and I am the clown that makes her laugh, if only I could make her laugh with out making a fool of myself.

    “The door’s locked Shane,” the way she takes the keys from my hand, her fingers gliding over mine.

    “Owww that hurt,” the small bump forming just above my right eye. God her touch is like magic, making me forget the pain. “Uhm, god…fuck this is the…that room with food.”

    Fuck that makes no sense, but it’s all I can get out when she is standing next to me. When I feel her hands on me, the perfume coming from her, washing over me. Her laughter, I can’t get enough, yet it so cruel.

    “You mean the kitchen?”

    “Yeah, smart ass the kitchen.” her smile, I am inches from kissing her and my every muscle is burning from me fighting it. “The living room is there…that’s the dining room, we don’t really eat in there. And the stairs lead up to the bed room.”

    That word is torture especially when I am around her. Ohh the thoughts that are running through my head, god they’re even making me blush. Fuck those eyes, those lips what I wouldn’t do to have her just once more. Fuck where the hell am I going to sleep?

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    1. You’re leaving for heaven knows how many days and you leave us hanging like that? Oh, you are cruel. I want to know what SA means. Are they someone’s initials, or maybe something else? It was kind of cute how Carmen got all angry and jealous thinking about Shane with another woman, though. It just means that Carmen needs to dump Jess like a bad habit. Nothing against Jess, it’s just that, well, she’s not Shane. Anyway, I guess I have no choice but to wait patiently for the next update and wish you luck on your exams. So good luck; knock ’em dead.

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